“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I didn’t think Seth heard me; there was a burst of traffic noise through our open living room window just as I asked the question. [...]

[...] It was just inside the wall, between two of our bay windows and in back of an old-fashioned, exposed steam pipe. [...]

In two other lives there was instead the development of inner abilities to the exclusion of others, a closing down of the windows and a barring of the doors, and he would not look out and no one dared look in. He would make horrible funny faces at the window of his soul to frighten others away, and yet through all of this the inner abilities did indeed grow. [...]

[...] Do not use the intellect like a shiny banner to wave from your windows. [...]

[...] Earlier caught myself stewing over my windows new room being accessible that is, noticeable; then cleared that up saying that Frank, etc., will be gone; phone book won’t have address; winter coming—but if I have to, I’ll lock the screen door or put up a note working hours no guests; but anyhow I’ll make conscious decisions and take steps. [...]

Seth Two said that certain portions of my personality acted as transparent windows into these other realities and consciousnesses. If so, many such “windows” must exist. [...]

[...] If he is my window into other realities, am I his window into physical life? [...]

[...] We had to have windows open, and traffic was a problem, as is usual here in the summer. [...]

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

[...] Jane nodded toward the open windows. [...]

[...] As if on signal a brisk wind swept the window curtains in; papers rustled and shifted in the room; the small explosions of the firecrackers became suddenly louder. [...]

[...] If my friend here would permit it, and he will not, I could easily shatter the glass of the window with as little effort as is required for a child to breathe. [...]

[...] Nor would I think of shattering a window to prove so paltry a point as the existence of my own unlimited vitality and energy. [...]

[...] Although our house is separated from it by quite an expanse of lawn, our new neighbor is quite obvious as he walks back and forth before his picture window in his undershirt. [...]

[...] And if you do get your kitchen enlarged, then I hope you get a window overlooking the river too. [...]

[...] This time she saw herself in the enlarged kitchen, looking out of a horizontal-type window at the river.

(She went on to explain that she saw the back of her own figure as it stood before the window; she was Seth, she said, looking at her. [...]

[...] Your wondering forms a tiny window in the fog, and you look through. Astonished, you discover that a small coral path unites you with the next island that is glimpsed, shimmering now through the ever-growing window in the mist. [...]

[...] It was a warm if snowy night, and we had a kitchen window open for fresh air; all through her delivery I’d been aware of the traffic ceaselessly negotiating the intersection just west of “our” apartment house, of course, and had asked her to repeat a number of words. [...]

(10:47.) In your terms, the energy springs back in the dream state, but it must always pass through what you think of as the window of the present.

All of this happens through the window of your present. [...]

(The heat was off in 330 and the window was open as Jane held the session.)

(At this moment I heard clearly the crunching banging sound of an automobile accident, through our open windows. Our living-room windows command a good view of our street, one of the main ones in Elmira, but a quick look told me the accident was out of our visual range. Jane heard it too, but merely cast a casual look through a window. [...]

[...] It was a pleasant spring evening, although traffic noise was loud through the open windows. [...]

[...] The thought had crossed my mind that by deliberately waving the card at her from my second-floor studio window, I could almost make that part of that dream come true.

[...] All windows in the house should be, as Ruburt suggested, opened; let the hilltop air blow through. [...] Opening the windows in the lower portion will abet a slight musty dampness.

[...] You will find that a very small pond arrangement, of the artificial purchased sort, a basin arrangement where water drips through rocks, behind the glass windows in the rear, here with a very simple grouping of rocks and flowers, would serve you to great benefit: as a place of inner contemplation, in which the inner senses would greatly expand their reach.

[...] All the windows in the apartment were closed with the exception of one kitchen window, because the night was extremely windy; this wind aggravated my hay fever. [...] We had no way of knowing if wind was responsible or not; the kitchen window was perhaps fifteen feet away, and around a corner. [...]

When possible a window facing the north should be opened in your room, in the morning particularly. [...]

(“What did you think of my dream experience involving the back windows of the studio? [...]

[...] The window was closed by now and the heat was on. [...]

They ate at a place with wide windows and blinds, closed because of the sun. One extremely long window at the front, the entire length of the building, covered with this blind.

[...] With a tree immediately outside the window; a bushy sort of tree with something like spikes on it. [...]

[...] As if on cue, through an open front window a quickening breeze stirred the long glass wind chimes hanging just inside; their pealing harmony filled the living room. [...]

[...] I began to wonder what our neighbors might hear, since our windows were open. [...]

[...] I am willing at any time to render whatever services I can so render, but I do not walk ghostily through your rooms; and most certainly I do not peek through the windows.