“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] His present mother and father were both brothers…the American Revolutionary period, the same geographical area as now. His brothers were involved, it would seem, as spies. [...] Your Mr. Reed, then the sister, was hiding with the brothers here. [...] She was captured and gave the hiding place and could not then return to warn her brothers. [...]

[...] The two brothers never did hold him responsible, however. [...] He would be much freer if he’d realize that the brothers do not hold him responsible. [...]

[...] He is more bound to one of these persons than the other for one was a younger brother. [...]

[...] A brother who is a soldier. [...] A brother who is unsure as to his sex. [...]

[...] This is why you find it so easy to call others your brothers. [...] Your wife and your daughter-in-law, however, were brothers. [...]

(She grew up with an aunt, and had an older brother. [...]

[...] Malba’s parents were not married and the aunt brought Malba and her brother up. [...]

[...] My younger brother, Loren, is 56.)

(My mother lives with my brother and his family in a small community in upstate New York, near Rochester, and Jane and I had spent the weekend visiting one and all. [...]

(Yesterday Jane began writing a rather long poem, in Sumari, that she calls The Song of the Silver Brothers. [...]

[...] [They began to approach those described in the 639th session in Chapter Ten, and the 653rd session in Chapter Thirteen, to name but two such instances mentioned in this book.] Finally she called me at 3:30 p.m. as I was painting in my studio, and read Silver Brothers to me. [...]

[...] And he had two brothers, one brother working against him in politics.

[...] In addition, the greeting card was mailed to us by Mother from Tunkhannock, PA, where she visited my brother and his wife. [...]

[...] See the copy my mother wrote inside the greeting card, shown on page 321, in which she refers to finally arriving in Tunkhannock to visit my brother and his family. [...]

[...] On the back of the envelope my mother wrote my brother-in-law’s return address, which she should have. [...]

[...] Seth’s additional data here conjures up the thought that the neighbor’s black cat also serves as the classic symbol of bad or poor luck; the connection here being the failing health of my father, and the failing health in a more drastic way of Mr. Meeker, the father-in-law of my brother Loren. [...]

[...] (Pete’s brother.) We find a confusion in body chemistry, caused either by the diet itself at present, or alternating changes of diet. [...]

[...] You would be the worse off, and your brother, if this were not so. [...]

[...] Pete said the back condition mentioned could apply to either his father or brother. [...]

[...] And we shall begin with our friend, brother Theodore. [...]

[...] That spirituality is as dignified as brother Theodore’s idiot flower is dignified, or as dignified as a wasp, or as our beloved monster here (Willie the cat). [...]

[...] The other involves this one over here (Bette) and brother Joel. [...]

[...] During break Jane said she believed it referred to a brother of Maxine’s. The brother is the same approximate age as Jane, and lived in upstate New York near Saratoga; hence Jane got to know the members of Maxine’s family fairly well even though she seldom saw Maxine herself. Jane said she liked the brother quite well; he is the member of Maxine’s family who made an impression on her.

[...] She had two brothers, one off someplace, he was a sailor. [...] Sarah’s father did something for the cobbler, so he made shoes for the young brother and she was in the shop to get the shoes.

[...] After a while we substituted for the ring a Spanish-American military insignia, of brass, that Jane’s grandfather had secured from his brother. [...]

[...] This was of my present younger brother Dick during his life in England in 1671. [...]

[...] His eldest sister slept in another, and a young brother in the third. [...]

(“In what year did my brother Dick die, during that life?”)

[...] His wife Geneva—that is not Geneva the city, G-e-n-e-v-e-v-a (spelled out)—came to Ruburt to contact a dead brother. [...]

[...] Leonard lives alone, however, and though he has brothers and sisters, you thought of him as alone. The situation triggered many fears, about you and Ruburt being alone, your age, the age of your brothers, who would come to your aid, or Ruburt’s. If necessary, Leonard at least had a knowledge of the medical world, while you and Ruburt do not. [...]

[...] For the test I used a color photograph of my brother Bill, his wife and two young children, taken in Webster, NY, in 1959. [...]

[...] I will check with my brother in Webster, hoping he can remember after six years. [...]

[...] The baby, in white sits on the lap of my brother’s wife, Ida. [...]

[...] We had company Friday evening—Marilyn and Don Wilbur, Don’s brother and a girl named Pat, whom we do not know.

[...] The wedding talk here thus links up with a wedding Jane and I attended perhaps nine years ago in Rochester, NY—that of my brother Dick and Ida D’Andreano. [...]

[...] We think there is also another association involving this data—the fact that the two Dicks were involved—Dick in the backyard, and my own brother Dick in Rochester.

[...] Once again, the D’Andreano wedding data, involving the present one concerning Louie, and the distant one concerning my brother Dick, is called up by Jane’s associations, because of the marriage talk between Barbara and Dick on the evening of July 3,1966, when Jane wrote the poem used as object.

[...] Remember that Jane and I had spent the weekend visiting my mother and brother, et al.)

[...] Your brother told you about her occasionally faltering speech. [...]

Tonight Ruburt was exhausted, in one way, from comparing your joint beliefs with those of your brother’s family; of checking his own body beliefs (Jane touched her knee) with theirs and seeing where his were detrimental — but also from contrasting his personal psychic and creative abilities with theirs, and that exhilarated him. [...]

(My brother Loren and his wife Betts, and brother Dick and wife Ida have just left, after a very pleasant visit. [...]

I will not introduce you to my own big brother personality this evening. [...]