“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I’ve raked leaves, stacked wood in the garage, installed storm windows, and made sure our hill house is otherwise all set for cold weather.

[...] The windows were open and it easily rose above traffic sounds, etc.

(Jane’s voice fairly good.) We shall not try to shatter the windows, with the volume (deeper) of our voice. [...]

The last evening of the month was quite warm for our area at this time of year—66 degrees—and we had front and kitchen windows of the hill house open so the cats could go out on the porches as they pleased. [...]

[...] I slid the kitchen window shut so he couldn’t call into Jane. [...]

Now the trees that you see outside the window you see simply as trees because you perceive them only through the physical viewpoint, and yet even these trees have potential abilities and potential combinations of consciousness that you do not perceive and that exists in other probable realities. [...]

[...] From the busy intersection just west of our apartment house the sounds of traffic rose up through the open windows. [...]

[...] All windows were closed since it was a chilly evening, and the air was quite still. [...]

[...] Our living room is very large — opens from the apartment house hallway and runs down to three large bay windows at the other end. I always worked at my table in front of the windows. [...]

[...] Our cat, Bill, jumped through the open kitchen window and came over to my chair. [...]

Before, he was even unaware of what he was blocking out—the desire to move, to wash a window, to go outdoors.

[...] If they are unpleasant feelings then be aware of them as you would be aware of black clouds that pass your window. [...]

In a manner of speaking, the conscious mind is a window through which you look outward — and looking outward, perceive the fruits of your inner mind. [...]

[...] Those who die unborn, or young, choose to touch upon physical reality to fulfill certain needs; they glimpse it as one might a view through the window of a passing automobile. [...]

[...] It was a ranch-style, cedar-sided dwelling that had just been painted a dark green — a conventional one-story affair with white shutters, a fireplace, a picture window, an attached double garage in back, and many trees and shrubs. [...]

[...] The large bay window was open, letting in the unusually warm night air. [...]

As soon as we decided to continue, that deep voice boomed out of me again, and as Seth, I began walking about the room, pausing to speak directly to Rob or to look out the window. [...]

The stranger who bent his head to our car window was Rob. [...]

[...] I threw open a kitchen window when Jane called my attention to that familiar honking sound. [...]

[...] Jane’s trance had been good, but still she’d been bothered by the sounds of traffic rising up from the busy intersection close by our living room windows. [...]