“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] His job then was to encourage you to paint and sell your paintings, for he felt nothing else would satisfy you, and/or satisfy your brothers or your family.

[...] and she’s either got two young brothers and sisters, or two very young children.” [...]

[...] Rob “knew” that he was seeing the bedroom in which his brother, Dick, had died in a past life in England. [...]

A connection with a man as close to him as a brother, so to speak, with sandy hair, who is somehow connected with the object. [...]

You were Ruburt’s younger brother at that time, and both of you engaged in many bloody religious battles. [...]

[...] Who so not have parents, who do not have sisters or brothers who understand an isolation that is bleak and cold even if it is of their own making. [...]

“My brother, Loren? [...]

When and if it is killed by its brothers, this is not an act of cruelty but an innate understanding that the creature can no longer operate physically without agony; a quite natural euthanasia is involved, in which the “patient” also acquiesces. [...]

(Seth’s confirmation that I had at least some success with my car experiment prompted me to suggest to Jane that when we drove to Rochester to visit my brother William Richard Butts, that we should both concentrate on keeping the car’s consumption of oil to a minimum. [...]

[...] On one occasion the mother and the son were brothers, and in friendly rivalry; and that rivalry to some extent still lingered, but it was a rivalry that was built upon love. [...]

[...] The exception is my brother Bill, who looked at the questions briefly last week on a trip through Elmira, from Rochester, where he lives, to Sayre, Pennsylvania, where our mother lives. [...]

Now: Your friend Peter [Smith] shared the same earthly period.⁴ You were not counterparts — or you are not counterparts, but closely enough allied so that in certain terms you “share” some of the same psychic memories, like cousins who speak about old dimly remembered brothers.

Then tonight she began writing “a fun thing” about our cats, Billy and Mitzi, who are brother and sister just 10 months old now: “In the beginning, Billy and Mitzi weren’t even kittens yet, but only bits of sky and cloud that wanted to be pussycats. [...]

I had meant to mention earlier that your daughter and sister were brothers in a previous life in Afghanistan. [...]

(Talking about distortions during last break, I had been reminded that many sessions ago Jane-Seth had stated first that [my brother] Loren had been three times a woman, then three times a man in a following session. [...]

[...] (While Jane and I were away my mother stayed with one of my brothers, who lives some 60 miles below Sayre.)

[...] This is not necessarily always the case — and there is great variation — but Billy identified with ‘the larger organization’ of the litter [that is, with his brothers and sisters, all of whom are also dead], and the consciousnesses of that litter are now together. [...]

[...] You yearned to help both of them, as you yearned to help your brothers. [...]

(My younger brother, William Richard, also from Rochester, NY, was a visitor on March 28. [...]

[...] The farm, the house now owned by Virginia’s brother, seems like home to her. [...]