“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Through the open doors and windows we heard the great rhythms of the crickets and cicadas. [...]

[...] I asked this question because of the episode of last Saturday afternoon, when I caught our unexpected visitor from the Bronx sneaking in through the living room window, while I lay taking a nap on the couch.

[...] I also opened a kitchen window. [...]

[...] The divider Seth referred to consists of an idea of mine to build a small bookshelf arrangement over Jane’s desk, so that she will have an enclosed working area at one end of our living room next to the windows.

[...] A wet snow had started after supper and we’d shut our windows, thus cutting down on the rumble and clatter of automobile traffic.

[...] In the course of conversation, my father-in-law told us that on July 3, from his window, he had watched a near-accident involving a motorcycle. [...]

[...] There is instead a corner within his personality that is open like a transparent window, a warp into other times and dimensions. [...]

(A small incident to illustrate: Yesterday morning at 8 AM, the tenant in the efficiency next door played the radio very loud outside our window for over an hour. [...]

[...] A personality that you have set up for yourself, but the fact that you are coming to classes and using the intuitional abilities opens up a slight window in that artificial personality that you have adapted, for in your mind you think—  and if you will forgive me, I will speak for you, but you may make a rebuttal. [...]

Windows of the art gallery.

[...] I write this book during the day in my study, looking out the wide bay windows at the street and at the mountains and river just beyond. [...]

[...] Jane could not describe the floor upon which it rested, or any other furnishings in the room, or a door, a window, etc.

[...] All windows were shut tightly, and the traffic noise was not a problem, although it was audible to some degree. [...]

[...] The evening was quite warm; we had a window open; the traffic noises rushed up to our second-floor living room. [...]

[...] The kitchen is very small, but on the spur of the moment I used a brush and black waterproof ink to do a quick sketch of a tree on a limited space next to the windows. [...]

[...] There was, later, a dress shop nearby, and from the third story window front you could see the water.

My dreaming self
Looked in the window
And saw me on the bed.
Moonlight filled
My sleeping skull.
I lay nude and still.

[...] All the windows were open. [...]

[...] It easily rose above the considerable traffic noise coming through our open living room window.)

[...] I was looking out at it through a glass window of some sort; sensation of traveling fast, quick view of cockpit.