“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Also, to some less extent, and at different times, he would know that the symptoms were a whipping-boy for you both, and so he was afraid at times to dispense with them completely. [...]

[...] I remember quite well that I was most reluctant to move; the young boy didn’t want to leave his friends and the surroundings he loved. [...]

[...] “Boy, I was getting that stuff through clear as a bell,” she said finally. [...]

[...] While I used that explanation as a handy whipping boy at times, I didn’t really believe that either: my subconscious was getting enough expression in my short stories and poetry—and without adopting other personality characteristics. [...]

Once Jane said to me, ‘Boy, you were some help.’ And later she was mentally taken to task for the remark by Seth.

The good Jack will be a beggar boy in India, to be born in 3 years. [...]

A tree knows a human being also … by the weight of a boy upon its branches … by the vibrations in the air as adults pass, which hit the tree’s trunk at varying distances, and even by voices. [...]

[...] Malba didn’t know where the daughter was, but she did know that her son now had two boys of his own. [...]

The boy, the youngest son, is also well endowed, with already efficient inner senses. [...]

“The statue of the deer represents that idealistic image of the past; finding it broken in Brenner’s yard connects its real environment where Rob lived as a small boy [on Harrison Street] to Wilbur Avenue where he lived later; meaning that he’d idealized both backgrounds. [...]

You identified fairly strongly with your father as a boy. [...]

[...] On September 12, Jane had a very vivid dream that she believes was rooted in a past life of hers in Turkey: Her dream involved a little boy, Prince Emir, who lived in a brand-new world in which death hadn’t been invented yet. [...]

[...] As a boy I had been fascinated by this.)

Your mother, realizing too well that her little boys are grown, now you see seeks to maintain her motherhood by asking help from them, since they no longer need it from her. [...]

[...] I also feel you have used Adam as a whipping boy and that is not a very kindly thing to do. [...]

[...] This referred to the copper-colored buttons on the boy’s jacket, a new suit, I believe.

[...] I certainly will not be the family whipping boy. [...]

[...] I think your mother and the young boy were out—

And I am just the boy to give the sessions a sobriety, as you well know.

(To me:) You died as a young boy in an operation, however, in this life as you think of it. [...]