“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] If you hit upon the back room as a winter bedroom, perhaps you could purchase a secondhand rug, use plastic window covering, and maybe leave the door open. [...]

[...] The windows were closed to dampen traffic noise. [...]

[...] In addition, the AAA office was below ground level and without windows, and my personal opinion was that the music was some kind of compensation for not being able to see daylight.

[...] She remained at the desk for a few minutes, then moved over to our living room window.

[...] To search for answers within the narrow frames of reference offered by the conventional view of reality could be like trying to peer into the depths of personality through an opaque window….

[...] Although Jane has had “particular difficulty” with the theory of reincarnation, both through Seth and in her poetry she’s always kept psychic windows open through which she can view and express reincarnational ideas and emotions. [...]

[...] Then see Notes 9 and 19 for this session; their contents show that she hasn’t closed a certain window into the dream state, either.

[...] A brooding quality filled the room, and outside the windows, everything was dimly lit as if it were suddenly the hour just before dawn.

[...] My bedroom window was only about 15 feet away from my parents’ apt. [...]

(Malba said it takes time to prepare for a seance, 15 minutes at least in relaxation before; a black cloth on our table reaching to the floor would help, as well as drapes on the upper half of our windows, to cover the white Venetian blinds. [...]

[...] They came tramping and laughing up the steps just beneath my open window. [...]

[...] Actually I had watched her smoke a couple of cigarettes while dictating, pace back and forth, pause to look out the windows, etc. [...]

(Rain had fallen in a fine drizzle throughout most of the day; and now, I saw from our second-story living room windows, a heavy fog lay over the street corner below and the newly finished Walnut Street Bridge just south of the intersection. [...]

[...] It had hardly been an occult setting at that, with the sun shining full through the bay windows. [...]

[...] Rob made me drink two cups of coffee; I stood with my head out the window in the cold night air. [...]

[...] Consider the following group of events as seen through a narrow window of ordinary time; consider the moral, economic, and diplomatic impact they have had—and are still having—upon our own national interests (let alone the interests of other nations). [...]

[...] There was no denying the fact that a door had replaced our middle bay window. [...]

[...] In the second house your ideas of privacy were shown to you, carried to an extreme, where the windows would not even open. [...]

[...] (The apartments are on the second floor.) Jane’s psychic identification with the leaves of the great oak tree, growing so close beside the second apartment’s kitchen windows, marked the beginning of a different kind of relaxation for her; the kitchen became her evocative “tree house.” [...]

[...] Then with great surprise I saw that on top of the near end of the building there sat an old, flat-sided, two-story house with steep roofs, weathered a drab gray and with all of its windows shuttered. [...]

[...] When I went outside I made sure the porch door was latched so that Mitzi couldn’t get out; she sat silhouetted against the light coming from the kitchen window as she watched me walk down the driveway. [...]

[...] The ordinary trees outside of his window do not exist for him. [...]