“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The doors open so that the light from the other rooms, from the windows, is available.

[...] Even to imagining throwing the symptoms out the window.

Flowers somewhere, in a vase or outside a window, I don’t know. [...]

(It was a hot, muggy night, and windows were open. [...]

You may or may not have the sensation of traveling through the doors or windows. [...]

They ate at a place with wide windows and blinds, closed because of the sun. One extremely long window at the front, the entire length of the building, covered with this blind.

[...] Bars at the windows of iron, not in jail.

[...] Most open windows barred, in Spanish tradition.”)

With a tree immediately outside the window; a bushy sort of tree with something like spikes on it.

[...] (Pause.) A bedroom with two windows would be of help but is not feasible now. [...]

[...] I began closing windows. [...]

[...] We had most of our windows and both doors wide open, but since all seemed rather sheltered from the wind anyhow, I decided to see if we could ride out the storm without shutting up the house.)

Therefore you are hampered in your attempt to understand personalities who do not exist within your system, for identity is not therefore structured in any kind of a time sequence, and what you call memory flies out the window.

[...] Our bedroom is small and it’s difficult to have the bed lined up north-south; besides, Jane can’t see out the single window then. [...]

The windows in our bedroom are rather small. [...]

[...] The situation was reminiscent, I thought, of other sessions we’d held on warm summer nights with the doors and windows open, and listened to the distant sound of fireworks....)

[...] When you overstress the idea of responsibility, pleasure largely goes out the window, so he is now learning to redefine the term, “pleasure,” and to experience it in its many forms. [...]

[...] The rain resounded against the metal awnings sheltering the windows on the west side of the house—sounding, Jane said, as though we were in “a supertent....”)

The receptivity is of a creative nature, you understand as if you were clearing land so that a primitive airplane could land, or setting a beacon in a window. [...]

[...] He became relaxed and psychedelic one day fairly recently when he washed windows and you made a remark to the effect that you would not like to be at the mercy of such things. [...]

[...] We usually keep windows closed because Seth’s voice has the peculiar ability to carry well. [...]

[...] We often admired it from our living room windows. [...]

[...] In quite true terms, your dreams and the trees outside of your windows have a common denominator: they both spring from the withinness of consciousness.⁵

[...] While our heroine is shown taking a shower on the first two pages of the comic story, the villain is shown skulking outside her apartment window via a fire escape, then reaching in through an open window to tamper with some of the heroine’s personal effects. [...]