“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Everything in it, while retaining its own size to my vision, became microscopically small and dear, like a child’s model of a world — but one that was real and living, with my rooms inside one of the innumerable toy houses. [...]

[...] The child would fit into the man’s office building, for example. [...]

[...] She does not imagine that she is a child. [...]

To you the hall was a neutral-enough meeting place, but not one of intimacy, and to some extent at least it symbolized the relationship—at least as far as you were concerned—in that while you were a child of your parents you felt to some degree a stranger, and the hall lacked intimacy. [...]

(3:00.) Now: with the birth of a child the multitudinous nature of divinity by any name is instigated, and through the infinite realms of man’s history that individuality, that singularity, and that multisingularity, are eternally proclaimed in ways beyond your known knowledge. [...]

And so, if you are very innocent and a child, and you read our story, you have a pageant of characters. [...]

[...] A child can think coherently before he learns vocabulary — but he cannot impress the physical universe in its terms. [...]

[...] A child may turn into a tulip. [...]

[...] Recalled writing a poem as a child that I had completely forgotten, and at the time it had seemed tremendous to me. [...]

[...] Also a specific connection with a kitchen, and with one tall man with a mustache, who has a child, a daughter.

[...] I have had several vivid ones lately, including a fall tree in full color, and the head of a child with an open mouth.

[...] His fingers seemed to be as flexible as a child’s. Incidentally, he talked about taking care of his hands. [...]

The urge between the child’s desire to do so, the basically kind nature, and the inability to carry out any such actions in any case, led to an overguarding ego. [...]

There is an old nursery rhyme (pause), that you heard as a child. [...]

A fragment from the past, pertaining to a child. [...]

The woman directly behind our friends’ seat may have a child with her. If so a female child, but there is no man in that seat.

(“On our flight to New York City, a woman and child sat across the aisle and a little ahead of us. [...] We don’t recall whether the child was male or female.”)

[...] At times you felt as a child that painting, or rather drawing, hurt her, and that also she might retaliate by withholding her support in other areas. [...]

He feels trapped in this apartment, that he is here because he is readily accessible to help your mother, as when he was a child he was readily accessible to help his own mother. [...]

[...] Your young psychologist was a case in point, with his “crazies,” your Andrija Puharich, your young people with the child, about Christmas time.

As a child, you are immersed in Framework 2. Along the way you are taught that it is unrealistic to have any kind of faith unless physical evidence is behind it, but then, of course, you are not working with faith at all.