“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] A window cannot see through itself, but you can see through a window. [...]

“Later, in your time, all of you will look down into the physical system like giants peering through small windows at the others now in your position and smile. [...]

[...] (As the voice spoke, my eyes were closed, of course, and I don’t remember what the voice said, but have checked Rob’s verbatim notes of the session.) In here someplace, suddenly I saw a giant’s face peer into our living room, its face filling up the entire window.

[...] The windows were wide open so that traffic noise hit us. [...]

[...] The window had just been closed: I’d been bothered by traffic noise as I tried to read to her. [...]

[...] There were no drafts; the session was held in our small back room, and the windows were closed.

You saw Ruburt outside the window because he was not directly involved with the relationship between you and your father.

[...] Since the windows were still closed and there were no drafts, I could not account for the flame’s height. [...]

[...] The windows were wide open. [...]

(The windows were wide open in 330 when she had the session, and at times the traffic noise was quite bothersome. [...]

As Ruburt looked out the window he was using all of his abilities, but he could not physically keep both events going at one time, or rather his awareness could not contain all of the perceptive information.

[...] Actually I did a lot of scribbled poetry notes sitting on the side of the bed with the windows open and the fan full blast, trying to take my mind off the nearly steady 90-degree or higher temperature. [...]

[...] In fact, we can see our box on the road from our bedroom windows, looking slightly north. [...] The box is perhaps 45–50 feet from the bedroom windows, and its backend is toward our house. [...]

[...] I went into the bedroom to close windows. [...]

[...] But when I awoke to the fact that I could fasten it to a window pane via the suction cup, it was transformed somehow into a perfectly valid, evocative decoration of nature. [...]

The Personality: Dissociation and Possession
The Inner Senses and Mental Enzymes
Seth Looks out the Window

[...] Rob said that I stood at the window, looking out at the busy intersection. [...]

“I really felt that someone else was here, that Seth was looking out the window,” Rob said, when the session was over. [...]

(It was time to turn her on her side, facing the window with the pillow between her knees, so that she could get off her back for an hour before supper. [...]

[...] The window was already opened as wide as it would go.

[...] A strong breeze kept whipping up the airy branches of the mountain ash outside the windows of 330, and the room began to cool down a bit.

[...] I opened a studio window. [...]

(We had a window open because the night was quite warm. [...]

[...] Looking back into the empty studio, he raced into the living room, jumped up on a bookcase beneath a window and hid behind a curtain.

[...] I was in your back room, minding my own business or yours, looking out the large window at the rainy night, and of course your cat discovered me almost at once.

[...] I opened a window a bit, since the room was getting stuffy. [...]

[...] A good breeze moved outside the windows of 330, making the new green leaves of the mountain ash tree dance. [...]

[...] Beneath our living room windows, a carpenter pounded on an outside door frame as he repaired damage done to the ground floor of the house by the flood of last June [see the 613th session in Chapter One]. [...]