“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] You cannot teach a boy to be “the strong silent male type,” and then expect him to excel either verbally or in social relationships. [...]

[...] [As a result], it then becomes easier for a boy to act in a given manner biologically than in another.

The boy does not seek, naturally, to “dethrone” the father. [...]

He was looking for someone like the young boy, someone whose actions would result in his death, but in a death without malice, a death that would in its way serve an important purpose. [...] The boy was inclined toward suicide. [...]

The boy was filled with guilt, but a guilt that had no name, no label—a psychological guilt that was the result of his upbringing, and that perhaps involved the existence of a brother. [...]

(I told Jane that the farther back the author could reach for his studies, the better, so as to have more room for study as far as the passing years were concerned —say that he interviewed a man of 40 whose father had been killed while the boy was 19, say. [...]

([Joel:] “Do you mean instead of saying, ‘How’s Daddy’s boy?’ Instead, say, ‘How is Mommy and Daddy’s boy?’ Something of that nature to start with?”)

[...] When the two of you are together, you and grandfather, there is no difficulty because the boy, in his own mind, interweaves these characteristics. [...]

There was some alienation, not on the boy’s part but on your own—(to Estelle:) now look up so you will see who I am speaking of... with the boy, having to do with a past life.... [...]

The boy was briefly with you for his own reasons. [...]

Now, I have lived and died many times, and you must admit (Seth speaks strongly and humorously, forcefully, eyes open) that you can sense my vitality; and so I can tell you that the vitality of the boy exists in as vital terms. [...]

[...] “Boy, I want a session from Seth so bad,” Jane said at 8:11. [...] “Your notes don’t show it for last night, but I was right, but I was highly upset at that hospital experience,” she said, meaning the experience at St. Joseph’s. “Boy, I was so glad to see you and get home....” [...]

[...] On both of your parts, the boy’s visit will show that you have once again enough energy to use elsewhere.

[...] You are, I believe (meaning me) about ready for a new breakthrough in your own work, and the boy’s visit may bring this about more quickly.

(Jane then saw a young boy, pulling two other boys on a sled. She immediately knew it to be Curtis Lundgren, as a boy. [...] The sight of the boy immediately confused Jane, since of course she knew Curtis [...]

I suggest your break, and if I seem to be ignoring our guests, I was never much of a party boy, although I have my moments. [...]

[...] Extra notation by Jane: Bill Ward, while asking Rob to do the job over phone, told him of death of Wendell’s child, a school boy. [Jane wrote boy but a girl died.]

[...] Small boys connected with that episode, and a complete turnabout. [...]

The vague impression that it is a boy rather than a girl, and an initial R or B. Or, this is an image of someone, male, as a youngster who was born in 1936, or who is now 36 years old. [...]

[...] “The vague impression that it is a boy rather than a girl, and an initial R or B. Or, this is an image of someone, male, as a youngster who was born in 1936, or who is now 36 years old. [...]

(“The kid—the two boys or young men, seemed to be headed in the direction of Bob Kinner’s old coffeehouse that we went to ...a farmhouse on the left, and a curve, the road curves to the right.

[...] The boys would want to hurt others. [...]

[...] The boy Albert was too young to take his place when he died, so the village didn’t have a cobbler for a couple of years. The boy was a fisherman for a while. [...]

(There was a boy in the shop too. [...]

[...] The same little boy or girl might also sit astride a toy horse, and pretend that the horse is part of the merry-go-round. [...]

Earlier, one of the boys kissed me laughingly in front of the group and I laughed, delighted. [...]

[...] You (pointing to Andrea), in 1572—Poland, what is now considered Poland, a boy—relatives from Russia. [...]

(Also saw a boy’s head with dark curly hair on an unrolled scroll of some kind. [...] Another glimpse of a boy also, profile, though this was not clear at all.

[...] Another boy appeared. [...]

“You turned to watch and when you turned back, the boy was gone. [...]

“Was the boy real or what?” Rob asked.

[...] I also mentioned my Boy Scout dream of May 22, in which I saw her walking normally, and my vivid dream impressions of my father, of May 15, in which I woke up crying. [...]

[...] In others he takes it for granted, as in your (Boy Scout) dream. [...]

… A boy. [...]

[...] A boy. [...]

[...] There will be, I believe, two boys to join the family. At least she will have two boys.

In the dreams of children this same activity continues, so that the boy may have many dream experiences as a girl, and the girl as a boy. [...]