“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Regardless of past-life influences, which did exist, and granting some other interior reasons, you had a child to prove that you were a woman both to your mother and to yourself.

She showed you early in the game, in unconscious terms, that she could be a woman with the child. [...]

The child can develop excellent abilities, and if your own relationship becomes a constructive one then he will more than learn from your experience. [...]

Call the particular matter given by the parents x and y. When the child is born, it does not contain anywhere within it these particular portions of matter called x and y. It would appear that the matter had changed. [...]

There is obviously something identical, and some continuity between the child and the adult, but it is not matter. [...]

You call yourself yourself, though the color of your hair may change; and indeed the adult bears little resemblance to the child. [...]

(“You had one male child, is that correct?)

[...] The initials M, B or M, D and a child of six. [...] Someone screams: possibly a child involved. [...]

[...] When you were a child you could be angry at the parent. When you are a parent you can feel the child’s anger but you do not know what to do. When you are a child you can blame the parent. [...]

[...] Imagine yourself playing at your painting with the spontaneous feeling a child has. [...]

[...] The initials M B or M D and a child of six. [...] Possibly a child involved.

[...] As a child it terrified him and made him feel inadequate. [...] He is afraid to ask for help because he was ashamed that his mother had to ask him, a child, for help, and often he hated her for doing so.

He is terrified of vulnerability because of his mother’s condition when he was a child. [...]

[...] There is no basic difference between the love of a child for a parent, a parent for a child, a wife for a husband, a brother for a sister. [...]

A mother who says to her child, “I gave up my life for you,” is speaking nonsense. [...]

A child who says, “I gave up my life for my parents and devoted myself to their care,” means, “I was afraid to live my own life, and afraid to let them live theirs. [...]

[...] A child did not simply look at an animal, but let its consciousness merge with the animal’s, and so to some extent the animal looked out through the child’s eyes.

[...] A normal child at times can slap its parent back, and the parent is obviously immune. The child’s strength is nothing against the parent's. In Ruburt’s case such normal reactions were out of the question.

[...] At some time or another almost every child wishes that his parent or parents were dead, and the parents manage to survive quite well, until they are quite ready to leave your sphere of activity.

[...] A child develops in his own way. A parent should not try to force, but follow the child’s natural bents. [...]

[...] You never knew when it would erupt, and as a child you felt helpless before it. [...]

[...] In such cases what you usually have is a situation in which one child is acting out unfaced aggressive behavior for the whole family. [...]

[...] You cannot inhibit one without similarly affecting the other, so under such conditions the docile loving child is usually projecting and expressing the restrained love for the family as a whole. [...]

[...] (Pause.) You are to him in this existence a figure for lover, father and child, but he is also a figure to you of mother, mistress and child. [...]

[...] Were the energy and emotional impetus materialized instead for example in parent-child relationships, with you as parents, in your particular cases it would be lessened in your work.

[...] It was a current between you, for she did not recognize her feelings toward you when you were a child, as sexual. [...]

[...] The mother did blame the child in this respect.

The mother wanted success for the child, and yet Ruburt felt (pause) that success would also be resented by the mother, that the mother would be jealous of it. [...]

[...] In a way the child is—in a way (underlined), the child is—the finalized version in your reality (long pause) of a vast number of sperm and eggs. [...]

He was considered an overimaginative child, and turned much of the inner information into poetic form as he grew from childhood. [...]

If it were not creatively transformed into writing however he felt, as a child, threatened, for he would be accused of telling lies.

Each woman, child and man

[...] How could a three-year-old child, standing in the snow on Middle Avenue in Saratoga Springs, be responsible for hurting anything — or anybody?

The child who found her knew beforehand that this would occur. [...]

[...] One child will make out very poorly, with health and mental problems, if the probabilities are not changed.

[...] She feels like a child when a parent says “Now, we must discuss this seriously.” [...]

One of the children is suffering to some extent psychologically because of the dilemma, and you are too much the autocrat with this child, a female.

[...] The idea should be communicated when you are not emotionally upset, and you should not adopt the tone of a parent speaking to a child.

[...] She is at this point like a child in the woods, but the potentialities are there for an excellent relationship. [...]

[...] I do not know if this refers to a child who attends school, to a teacher, or to someone such as your friends downstairs who have such an object.” [...] Later note by RFB: Mother Goose is a child’s tale. [...]

[...] I do not know if this refers to a child who attends school, to a teacher, or to someone such as your friends downstairs who have such an object.

[...] We know of but one child involved with the object, Barbara’s 9-year-old daughter Lisa. [...]

In Catholic terms he consecrated himself to God as a child daily. [...]

[...] He was afraid of his own thoughts as a child, believing that thoughts could kill. [...]