“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] See the deleted session for June 1. Then on August 12, Bill, Loren and families visited us. [...]

[...] My brother Loren, his wife and his son Doug attended Aunt Ella’s funeral. Loren and his wife have a daughter, Linda, who could not attend because she was away at school.

[...] Seth gave the sex of the child in answer to my question, thus eliminating Loren’s son Doug, who was 13 at the time. [...]

[...] Jane and I were of course with Betts and Loren, my mother, and various other friends and relatives in Tunkhannock over the weekend. [...]

[...] [Loren, incidentally, is my younger brother.]

[...] As stated, the object is the front page of the announcement of the marriage of my brother Loren’s daughter, Linda, to Dennis Murray of Brooklyn, NY. [...]

[...] My brother Loren told us Sunday that this decision is so recent that his daughter was the first to be married in such a fashion in this church.

[...] Later, Jane told me that this was a reference to brother Loren, Linda’s father.

[...] My parents visited my brother Loren for four days during the week of August 29 to September 3. Seth said this was more than an ordinary visit as far as the folks are concerned, in that they were looking for the type of love described above from Loren and his wife also. Loren is 45; I’m 46; Jane 37.

[...] Now a series of impressions having to do with the pictures taken by your brother Loren, of Ruburt.

(Tracings of the two Kodachrome transparencies of Jane that Loren enclosed with his letter. [...]

(Now Ruburt’s personal association with this last impression is of your brother Loren and his wife. [...]

[...] incident in my brother Loren’s family—one of a humorous nature that has become kind of a standing joke.

[...] Loren and Dougie? [...] [She and Dougie are Loren’s children.]

The pointer spelled out LOREN, THE MAN WAS A MONK ON A PILGRIMAGE.

“My brother, Loren? [...]

(Also Tuesday: While falling asleep near midnight, I saw my brother Loren very clearly if briefly. [...] Loren wore a colorful short-sleeved sport shirt and a light brown straw hat with a narrow brim. [...]

[...] Unlike you and Loren, he does not have a strongly developed ego core to protect him. [...]

Even Loren’s dillydallying with trains is a compensation for the envied, almost magical to him, abilities of an older brother. [...]

[...] Loren is as lucky in his way with his wife as you are in yours. [...]

[...] There were twelve people in all: My parents, Jane and I, my brother Loren, his wife and son, and my brother Bill and his wife, and their two daughters and one son. [...]

[...] Only one member of the family was missing at the gathering Sunday, and this was my brother Loren’s daughter Linda, who was at work in Scranton, PA. [...]

[...] At certain levels (underlined), your brother Loren once compared your art to his love of trains—an enjoyable hobby, but not something to which a man devoted his life. [...]

[...] The connection between Leonard working at the school, and Loren—all that was in the background. [...]

[...] They were probably my parents’ closest friends in Mansfield, and the Jupenlasz girls, Matilda and Gertrude, used to baby-sit for Loren and me. [...]

Loren is actually very much like your present mother, though the father’s characteristics are also represented. [...] Joseph picked up what seems to be the father’s discipline and orderliness, as did Loren. [...]

[...] Seth’s additional data here conjures up the thought that the neighbor’s black cat also serves as the classic symbol of bad or poor luck; the connection here being the failing health of my father, and the failing health in a more drastic way of Mr. Meeker, the father-in-law of my brother Loren. It was while at Loren’s that my mother sent us the greeting card. [...]

[...] My two brothers, Loren and Dick, and I were in a room something like a courtroom, seated behind a long low polished dark-colored table. [...]

[...] I might as well add here, as well as in the session, that the three boys do not get together very often—on the average less than once a year I would say—because we all live in different communities, Loren and Dick have families, and of course each person is always busy with his or her own life.

[...] In the family to which he has always been sensitive he believed his success put you down, particularly with your mother and Loren. [...]

[...] Some of the dreams did involve other probabilities, however, in which members of your family died at different times than in your world, as with the dream involving Loren (my younger brother).