“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Session in afternoon—café’s drawn but seen in through window gaps—

[...] After each turn through the living room, Jane had been pausing to look out one of our windows at the rather busy intersection of Water and Walnut Streets, one house away. Now as she dictated she remained at the window looking out.)

Imagine looking at a scene outside your window as Ruburt now allows me to do. [...] A slightly cold draft of air leaks in through the window. [...]

[...] That is, not only would you be able to feel the air though you were not out in it, not only would you pick up the odors, though ordinarily you cannot do this while you look out through closed windows, but you would literally feel the unitary essences of the trees and branches and hidden birds and insects. [...]

[...] Jane continued to stare at me as she stood by the window.

[...] Your fear, Joseph, in the window dream projection, shows that you are proceeding with great caution here.

[...] Your dream projection at the window signaled that you did not want to go further at that particular point. [...]

[...] In the first dream I had found myself outside the studio windows, but not falling. [...]

During ESP Class the Sumari, through Jane, told Florence to go look out the middle window, and Sue to look at the door which they did. [...]

[...] Window wide open. [...]

[...] a face that peers through second-story windows (in reference to SW’s being frightened by a face that appeared at her window recently) and meets with no response but a sigh of horror. [...]

([CW:] “Was that you that she saw in the window the other night?”)

[...] Next time I shall be a willowy spiritual young woman, treading very softly, and I shall sing the Ave Maria as the glorious sun sinks in the west...and I shall tippy-toe to your window. [...]

([We checked notes after next break.] When personality compared physical reality with children playing with [physical] blocks, he made a remark about a giant peering through the window at the child’s play; and... I saw or had the feeling of a giant’s face filling up an ordinary window. [...]

Large or not, expensive or not, the room has only one window. He thought ahead of time that the size of the large window would more than compensate, but he carries some of his grandfather’s old ideas that the wind should be able to blow through a room so he has been uncomfortable there. [...]

[...] She usually faces our big bay window. Beneath the window is a heater, covered by a metal window seat. [...]

The actual physical window was behind his head. He felt impelled to have a window in front of him in order to get out of the physical house, and the window through which he went was a fabrication of his own, a symbol. [...] Instead, he formed the imaginary window and projected through it.

[...] There was a wrench, almost painful, a click at the back of my neck and I found myself flying through a window at seemingly incredible speed, out of the house at second floor level, gaining altitude and heading over Water Street toward the mountains in the distance. [...]

[...] He fell asleep and “awakened” to find himself hovering about three feet out in the air outside his studio window, between the house and the large pear tree that shades the room. [...]

[...] In color: I’d looked out the south window of the bedroom to see Fred Kardon standing out on the lawn; he was talking to someone else who was doing some kind of work near the big pine tree that grows up over the corner of the house. [...]

(“Whom was he talking to outside the window?”)

Ruburt, on one occasion, created a window thought-form on the blank wall through which he actually flew, simply because he held fears and could not imagine going through a solid wall. He saw the window, incidentally, as opened, you see. [...]

[...] To the left of Del and Maxine in the photo can be seen the window of a building a lot or two distant. Only part of a window and a wall can be glimpsed through nearby trees. I have indicated the window heavily on the tracing on page 124. [...]

Today Dr. Instream looked at an object in a store window. [...]

(From my seat at the living room table next to the windows, I happened to look out in time to see the Pipers turn the corner and move down the street toward our house. I pointed toward the window, and Jane caught my meaning.)

(Jane paused by the windows, looking down the rather large room to the door. [...]

(Jane remained standing mutely by the windows while I showed the guests to seats. [...]

[...] The village wasn’t sunny, and they kept the windows closed. There weren’t many windows anyhow. [...]

[...] It wasn’t ventilated, they didn’t have any windows there.

(They had windows in the front room, though—and benches and a stone floor. [...]

[...] It seems very dark, with two rather than three windows, and the middle one is blocked partially. I look again and now it is bigger and brighter than it ever was; the third window is back, but now it is moved out further, extending the room several feet. [...]

This room, the office, has a large light-colored wooden desk, set out from a window—that is, not in the center of the floor—the chair between the window and the desk.

[...] There is also another wall adjacent to this one, with a long window now covered by a closed cloth drapery. [...]

A desk beneath this window, of dark wood. [...]

This window also covered by a short closed drapery. [...]

[...] I opened the window wide, since she was quite warm. [...]

[...] All the windows of apartment 5 that I glimpse as I go past seem to hold a special charm for me. [...]

Heat or no, I had to notice that the room seemed plunged into greenness — the leaves trembling and the fir tree so close to the window that a branch could grow in if you left the window open long enough.

[...] A slightly cool breeze came in through the open doors and windows. [...]

[...] We believe the framework mentioned by Seth is a reference to the wooden window frames, and that the thin lines like poles refers to the narrow wooden frames holding the glass panes; eight small panes make up each of the five windows.

[...] As stated, the manuscript page used as object was written by Jane in the studio at the back of the apartment. The studio is a second-floor converted porch with two sides made up of five windows each. Jane sits at her desk facing the row of windows to the west; from there she has an excellent view of the backyard and the street beyond. [...]

[...] Her desk faces a row of five windows, tall and narrow, and with small panes. [...]