“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] In the morning I thought strongly of Venetian blinds, that I would like some on the kitchen windows. [...]

(Thursday, November 12, 7 AM: This morning, again while dressing for work, I had an experience very similar to the one of Tuesday, November 3. This time I did not have a clear-cut thought that I should look out my studio windows. [...]

[...] Some window open during the yoga exercise.

(At about 9:40 PM, as we sat waiting for the session to start, Jane said she felt a bulky “something” off to her right, toward the bay windows in the living room. [...]

[...] The entity can perceive the room in which you sit as if your belly were a window, but it sees with inner sight, and forms the images through the inner senses.

[...] Below her, then, was an upside-down television screen, and a pair of windows with the café curtains at the top instead of the bottom. Not only that, but with her double vision Jane sometimes saw two television screens and four windows! [...]

[...] The session so aroused our intellectual and intuitional curiosity that all thoughts of discontinuing went out the window.

Open the kitchen window, also.

[...] Bright curtains at this windows—any beneficial changes in the environment of that nature.

(It might be worth noting that during this session we did not have our window shades pulled as we used to do. [...]

[...] When you worry all day then the library goes out the window, and so does your feeling of creative adventure, in your own creative hours, both of you. [...]

[...] The windows were of necessity open and traffic noise was quite audible, but we heard Jane without difficulty. [...]

[...] I got up to look out the window, to try my mental experiment of traveling across the bridge again. [...]

[...] Our windows were open and the sound seemed especially bothersome. [...]

[...] lt was a muggy night; our living room windows were open, and now I became conscious of traffic noise. [...]

[...] She stood at the window, looking out at our busy intersection one house away as she talked. [...]

[...] In this session, he also spoke about the consciousness of trees in such a way that I was never able to look at the trees outside of my window with the same old detachment. [...]

[...] According to Rob, he behaved in a most energetic fashion, pacing the room as usual, stopping to joke with Rob, or pausing for a moment to look out the window. [...]

[...] No windows were open, and by measurement I determined that the candle flame burned at a remarkably consistent 3/4-inch height. [...]

[...] I wanted to mention that particular dream of yours, Joseph, in which you saw yourself at your back window. [...]