“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Jane at less than 2 years old; at 7; and at 12 in 1941 — all in Saratoga Springs, New York. [...]

In 1931 in Saratoga Springs, New York, Jane’s father, Delmer Roberts (or Del) chose to exercise the probability that he would leave his wife Marie and their daughter Jane, who was not yet three years old. [...] The two women’s Catholicism became even stricter: it was often bolstered by the head of the local church coming to Sunday dinner at the old two-family house at 92 Middle Avenue, in one of the lower-income sections of Saratoga Springs.

[...] He drank and gambled at the local casinos and played the horses at Saratoga Springs’ famous racetrack. [...]

[...] By then both were attending Skidmore College in Saratoga Springs. [...]

[...] She came up with a number of memories new to me — like going to the youth center on Saratoga Springs’ lower Broadway on weekend evenings to dance and socialize, and so forth. [...]

(Jane began by finding herself as a young girl on a swing at the recreation field across the street from St. Clement’s Catholic Church and School in Saratoga Springs, where she grew up. [...]

(Leaning forward.) The marking reminiscent of the affair at Saratoga. [...]

[...] His first practice element grew out of Jane’s projection into a probable past in her hometown of Saratoga Springs, N.Y.

(Then came Jane’s projection-probability experience involving her home town of Saratoga Springs; she described this episode in her notes preceding the 685th session, in Section 1, and Seth elaborated upon it considerably in the next session. The ghostly qualities in that event fit in with what I was trying to do in the painting: By leaving the thick gray and white underpainting of my “portrait” of “Jane” without color, I realized, I could express not only a probable interpretation of her, but the colorless qualities of the Saratoga experience itself. [...]

[...] 22, while Jane and I were sitting in a drafty bar with her father, in Saratoga Springs, NY, while on our way home. [...]

[...] She said as far as she knew her grandfather and grandmother and others were buried in Saratoga, though we aren’t sure about her mother. [...]

[...] How could a three-year-old child, standing in the snow on Middle Avenue in Saratoga Springs, be responsible for hurting anything — or anybody?

[...] (Lizzie and her mother shared the two-family Saratoga, NY home with Jane and her mother.)

We find here a difference between this experience and the one in which Ruburt journeyed psychically, but actually, through space and time to a Saratoga of quite some years ago. [...]

[...] On April 28, 1964, Jane also underwent this rather unpleasant sensation; perhaps in preparation for the Saratoga Springs journey two days later. [...]

(“Is it okay for us to go to Saratoga?”)

(On Saturday and Sunday, June 28-29, Jane and I visited Saratoga Springs.

[...] Later, while I was living in my hometown of Sayre, PA, I received a phone call from Ed inviting me to work with him on a project in Saratoga Springs, NY. [...] Indeed, Ed introduced me to Jane the day after I moved to Saratoga, where I lived for about a year in the mid-fifties. [...]

As I fell off to sleep I had been thinking of Congress Park in Saratoga Springs, New York. [...]

We didn’t go to Saratoga physically until the summer of 1970, when we drove through on our way north. [...]

(The book referred to is a French-English textbook from Jane’s days at Skidmore College, in Saratoga springs, New York. [...]

Jane was born in a hospital in Albany, New York, on May 8, 1929, but grew up in nearby Saratoga Springs. [...]

[...] He sat on the family porch Sunday to escape the house as he did as a child in Saratoga. [...]

[...] She has felt this jolting before, for instance on April 28,1964, and on April 30,1964, just before her “Saratoga experience”, but not recently. [...]