“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Our windows were open, and Jane began speaking in a voice heavier than usual, as in the last session. [...]

[...] There is a large patio roof outside our living room windows, and this is covered with aluminum roofing. [...]

[...] It was time to turn Jane on her left side, facing the window. [...]

(This time we had our windows completely shielded by curtains, as Malba had requested we do in the first session with her. [...]

[...] I am sorry that I do not move tables as well as AA, but were I interested in moving tables, I can assure that this one would fly through the window and end out in the middle of Water Street! [...]

[...] It was a hot and humid night and our living room windows were of course open. [...]

[...] Jane was fairly dissociated, she said, except when she paused in her pacing to look out one of our living room windows. This window overlooks a very busy intersection, one house away. [...]

[...] You will recall our imaginary experience at the window. [...]

[...] Looking out our living room window just then, I saw the service truck from the TV cable company parked there. [...]

Ruburt receives esthetic pleasure from looking at the clean rugs or windows—a pleasure which actually encourages his creativity. [...]

[...] Now as Jane paused in her delivery I heard the town sander moving powerfully up Holley Road past our kitchen windows. [...]

[...] It was practically dark outside the window. [...]

[...] I will not come playing hopscotch, jumping through the window like Peter Pan. [...]

[...] Only here or there do you see a window of insight, a clearing of the fog. [...]

[...] As we came up the front steps, we often saw her sitting in the upstairs window, watching the traffic below. [...]

[...] The next instant, my consciousness rushed out of my body, yet it was itself bodiless, taking up no space at all; it seemed to be merging with the air outside the window, plunging through the treetops, resting, curled within a single leaf. [...]

[...] Her voice remained quiet; there were many people in the yard outside our windows but it was too warm to close ourselves in.)

[...] The bedroom window should be opened for him, and for now at least the bed moved a few inches out into the room. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s consciousness merged, while still retaining its own individuality, with the consciousness of the leaves outside his window, and with the nail in the windowsill, and traveled outward and inward at the same time, so that like a mental wind his consciousness traveled through other psychological neighborhoods.

“In two other lives, there was instead the development of inner abilities to the exclusion of others, a closing down of windows and barring of doors. [...] He would make horrible funny faces at the window of his soul to frighten others away. [...]

He also gave some excellent advice that I’m sure many other people could use: “Do not use your intellect like a shiny banner to wave from your windows. [...]

I am going to ask you to wait a moment while the kitchen window is closed, as the traffic is disturbing Ruburt.

[...] I too had been aware of the traffic noise, although I had pulled our kitchen window closed, I thought, before the session. [...]

The window is clearer and more transparent, and the channels are therefore clearer.

[...] We turned off the lights and sat at our table by the bay windows in the living room. [...]

[...] Next we sat in our living area, away from the windows, and concentrated on our Kennedy rocker. [...]