“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] A half-completed structure with many windows. [...]

[...] A particular grown woman’s ensemble in a store with an orange awning, or in the window with a high price tag. [...]

I pick up one two five again here, and I believe our friend the cat lover (Peggy Gallagher) enters the shop, and that the ensemble is in the window. [...]

[...] Will you close the window?

(John Bradley closed the window to reduce traffic noise.)

[...] Bernard at a window here.

You used up an unwarranted amount of energy at your mother’s. Symbolically you did not like to put on the storm windows, feeling that perhaps it would be the last time that you did so, and that you were sealing up the house. [...] You did not want to be reminded particularly of your father’s condition, and subconsciously you transposed the image of a casket upon the house, so that in sealing up the windows you were sealing up a casket. [...]

[...] Upon returning the same day I took down the screens and put up the storm windows on the family home in Sayre, PA. [...]

[...] Why is it that I must tell you what vitality is when, in your terms, I am a gray ghost that flits through the darkness of the night—a face that peers through second story windows (in reference to Sue’s being frightened by a face that appeared at her window recently) and meets with no response but a sigh of horror. [...]

([Ned:] “Was that you that she saw in the window the other night?”)

[...] Next time I shall be a willowy, spiritual, young woman, treading very softly and I shall sing “Ave Maria” as the glorious sun sinks in the west...and I shall tippy-toe to your window. [...]

[...] You are looking through new windows. [...]

[...] It was a warm and windy spring night, very beautiful, and during the session one of the living room windows was open.

[...] Seth’s reference to wild spring weather probably came because while delivering the above material Jane paused often before the open living room window. [...]

(Jane stood again at the open window, looking out as she dictated.)

Even as Ruburt looks out the window, seemingly through empty space at the street, the so-called space simply is not empty, though through the specialized camouflage senses it may appear to be empty. [...]

The window cannot see through itself, but you can see through the window. [...]

[...] that I threw the belief out the window. [...]

[...] The night seemed rather close also, so we had to open a window. Even though the window was on the side of the house, we immediately became aware of some traffic noise.

[...] The day was mild and sunny and breezy, and I’d opened all of the windows for her. [...]

[...] Ruburt wants to put up the window so that a porch can be added to living space. [...]

[...] She added that she thought their teacher was standing at the table by the windows. [...]

The sinus is made worse by heat, because at home he always wanted to open the windows and escape, and could not. You should, whenever you move again, have all rooms with more than one window if at all possible, for this also has a connection with the thyroid. The need to escape is now latent only; but windows symbolize the way to escape, and closed places frighten him. [...]

[...] One night he stood at the kitchen window, and quite without drugs saw a rainy puddle below suddenly turn into an alive, beautifully fluid creature who stood up and walked while the rain slid off its liquid sides.

by the open kitchen window,

[...] I think it came … from that other reality directly here, because I had my ‘windows’ open.”

[...] Jane often sketched it from our living room windows.

From the parking lot I pointed out to our guests the windows of Apartment 5 as they marched along the side of 458 on the second floor. [...] The kitchen with its three tiny windows near the front of the house had been a closet; the three bay windows of the living room where Jane had held the sessions and her ESP class had been the main bedroom. Next comes the oversized bathroom with its stained glass window, tiled floor, and marble shower with eight nozzles. [...] Then comes a smaller room that we had used as a bedroom, with one window in the back wall of the house. Finally, there’s the last room with its windows on three sides as it juts out on iron posts from the back of the house. [...]

[...] Indeed, as we left the stairs two dogs in a back apartment set up a furious barking as they scratched at what I knew were kitchen windows. [...] The tin-covered roof had born layers of old vines that had climbed up the pillars from our living-room windows on the second floor. [...]

I also described to our guests the great Seckel pear tree that had grown so beautifully in the back yard, with some of its branches—and fruit— within my reach from the windows of the studio. [...] At the Sayre house I have the large oil painting I did of the sunlight streaming through the windows of the studio on a certain day early in August: the only day in the year that the ever-moving sun casts that particular intriguing pattern of light and shadow across the bare wooden floor.

[...] And so, we learned more than once in warm weather, could neighbors and passersby on West Water Street when our windows were open. [...]

[...] I would like some of you to awaken in the middle of the night when the world is quiet, and go to the window and open it. [...]

You will realize that you are not a physical self standing at the window in the middle of the night looking out upon a sleeping world—but that you are a creative consciousness who helps form the sleeping world. [...]

(The hospital was hardly a quiet place, what with fire trucks and police cars pulling up beneath our window with sirens screeching and wailing, and with people in the hall outside 330 pushing carts that rattled and sounded like a bushel of pots and pans jouncing around — all of this as Jane was ready to begin the session. [...]

[...] There was much vehicle noise below our window. [...]

[...] Part of the time I looked out of a window made up of many small panes of glass, and saw Jane on a swing outside the window. [...]

[...] Part of the time I was looking out of a window, and part of the time I stood on the roof or a porch with Bill, our backs pressed up against the side of the house. [...]

[...] We stood near the large plate-glass windows at the front of the store—quite exposed for all to see, in other words, including those eating at nearby tables, yet no one seemed to be paying any attention to us…. [...] As I waited to go next I turned to look out the front windows—and suddenly found myself surrounded on three sides by walls of the most beautiful floor-to-ceiling, intricate and colorful latticework of diamond-shaped glass crystals I could possibly imagine. [...] Each segment of each color was held within a very thin black frame, as on a much cruder scale the pieces of a stained-glass window can be contained by channeled lead strips. [...]

The house was tall and narrow with three windows on the top floor, with two and a door at the bottom. Very seldom were the windows open. For diphtheria they closed all the windows and the doors. [...]