“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] As a young boy I used to watch my father make automobile batteriesby hand. [...]

(Also, glimpse of teen-age boy in light clothing and sneakers trying to crack some walnuts on a painted wood floor by stamping down on them energetically with his left foot. [...]

[...] Will (who, incidentally, witnessed the 729th session) is a very intellectual young man — proud of it, though he goes to great effort to show he is one of the boys. [...]

“Boy, Seth,” I thought after tonight’s session, “did I go overboard in that piece! [...]

[...] “Boy,” she said, “I was getting stuff toward the end that neither of us — Seth or me — could verbalize. [...]

[...] Two boys arrived. [...]

[...] Dying as a boy in his last life, the experience of adulthood is new to him this time. [...]

[...] Not only for example by the weight of a boy upon its branches, but by the vibrations in the air as adults pass, which hit the tree’s trunk at varying distances, and even by such things as voices. [...]

[...] He gave reincarnational material for another student, Connie, and mentioned in particular a life in Denmark when she had died as a small boy of diphtheria. [...]

[...] Your mother had produced two beautiful boys; and she was also a perfectionist in her way, and in her framework — one never understood by your father.

[...] He definitely was not our present newspaper boy, but the one who had delivered papers to us in another town, several years earlier. [...]

[...] I couldn’t help here; as a boy of less than 12, I hadn’t been that consciously aware of subjective states other than my own. [...]

[...] “Boy, if it’s still here, I’ve had it,” I thought. [...]

[...] I thought you and your boy were up to something not long after the session started.”

A small boy several seats ahead.

[...] The five were accompanied by Richie Kendall; he’s an old friend from the days of Jane’s ESP class—one of the New York City boys, as Jane used to fondly refer to that group. [...]