“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Then while his two helpers stood guard to keep the raccoon in the tree, Floyd lugged a very heavy flat stone up the ladder and planted it across the chimney; he’s going to cement a wire mesh in place as a permanent seal against animals and birds.

(Jane’s voice was again becoming loud and powerful.) Ruburt has his wires crossed. [...]

[...] Radios are wired and contain transformers and transistors. The overall reception is dependent upon the wiring and the inner workings of the radio — and (intently) those workings exist apart from the stations they are meant to pick up. [...]

[...] Telephone company men working on wires; two men high on pole. [...] Somehow the wire dropped, came down, falling maybe two feet from where I stood. [...]

[...] Jane answered the wire this morning before writing me the note. [...]

[...] Curtis Fuller’s column deals in part with Gene Bernard, although the material therein was evidently taken from the wire stories concerning Gene last year.

(9:38.) First of all, you clear your wires by trying to clear your mind, and simply by trying to understand how Framework 2 works. [...]

[...] Our imaginary wires composed of solidified vitality are fluid, I hope you understand this, even while they are solidified. [...]

[...] Now as these wires pass seemingly from plane to plane they actually form the boundaries of each plane and become subject to the particular laws of the plane. [...]

You might feel as if you are crossing your wires, so to speak, or stretching vaguely sensed psychic muscles. [...]

[...] I took it for reference for a future painting, and consists mainly of a mass of tangled marsh grass in the foreground; in the background rise a couple of average-looking houses, a telephone pole and some wires. [...]

[...] She must have done so soon after sending the wire. [...]

(At 9:34 the service truck moved to the back of our house; we could see a man with a flashlight checking wires, etc., but no one knocked on our door. [...]

[...] There is high grass for a while, and some wooden posts and wires.”

“Anyhow, each morning when I scatter birdfeed in the driveway of the hill house, the cardinals and the mourning doves, the chickadees and the blue jays and the other birds are waiting in the nearby Russian elms, the oak tree, or lined up on the telephone wires. [...]

A tree could be wired with lights, with each one having its own particular series [of waves]. [...]

[...] I heard wires flap loose. [...]

[...] On my side was an abandoned red-brick grade school behind a wire fence. [...]

[...] The porch’s screen door was wired shut in a crude way that wouldn’t keep anyone out.