“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Then he gave considerable background information, saying that the woman had a child and was involved with another man. [...]

[...] She was Catholic and had a child and a male friend who was a car salesman rather than a mechanic.

Also a connection with a small child, female, perhaps age 6. I do not know, a niece or sister perhaps. [...]

A child might result in your working out full time, in which case you would never, he felt, develop as an artist. [...]

[...] Part of what I seem to be as I speak through him is as deeply and unconsciously a phenomenon as the birth of a child would be. [...]

[...] (Pause.) The framework about him as a child was not supportive, but threatening. [...]

[...] He felt it beneath him intellectually to speak of them to you, and felt that you would have no use for him, that you would think he was a cowering, spineless child rather than the independent brave spirit that he tried so hard to be for himself and you.

[...] Someone who is supposed to have psychic abilities looks into your past, and tells you that you sat behind a most disagreeable child. [...]

[...] Do you dream of a child, who has no existence in physical reality? [...]

I shall never be adult
But I am growing wise
Like some crazy holy child
With ghosts inside its head.

[...] For as a child you feared you would be swept away by the raw emotions of your parents, and you feel insecure at such demonstrations. [...]

[...] It is not too farfetched however to add that all, or many, medicines have unfortunately a foul taste, and that the child who sips such a medicine finds it difficult to believe that such a distasteful brew can do him good.

[...] You give constructions their appearance of continuity by continually creating them in line with your expectations, based upon among other things, previous constructions in the apparent past; and these expectations are the result of psychic communication between yourselves and others, particularly from parents, who give the child his first conceptions of the environment which, indeed, his parents have created.

He wrote poetry as a child because he is a poet. [...]

[...] He will ignore a contented child playing on one side of the street and notice, instead, a dirty ragged child, even though he be further away. [...]

[...] Rather than avail yourselves of its great refreshment, you thought of the time taken from your work, each of you; beside this Ruburt feared pregnancy, seeing a child not as any kind of fulfillment, but as an artistic and economic disaster.

[...] You will not look out upon physical reality with the wonder of a child any more, or with the unstructured curiosity of an individual, but always through parental eyes. [...]

[...] A child’s eye level is a tabletop. [...]

To move an object in one universe, in one field of reality, from another field of reality, is hardly child’s play. [...]

[...] To represent it differently than it was, represented at best a half-lie—this from the exaggerated and distorted ideas of order that surrounded you as a child on the part of your father.

[...] It little mattered that later the plan was seen as a child’s primer, a book of instructions complete with colorful tales, for the main purpose was served and there was little disorientation.

[...] The child learns spatial relationships in dreams.