“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Children—change that to “infants”—dream of their past lives, remembering, for example, how to walk and talk. [...]

[...] Children know much more than they are given credit for.

[...] But this expression was denied to the children, and you longed to retaliate. [...]

(Surplus children, who would have been “an impossible burden” upon the economy of the times, its housing, food supply, etc., were simply killed before baptism. [...]

(Seth added that our records of those early centuries are confused as far as the Church, baptism and children are concerned. [...]

He is beginning to identify his spontaneous self now with the spontaneity of the nursery school children, and this is a definite improvement. [...]

[...] (Pause.) Two children.

([Joel:] “You knew that Indian men and women and children were dying. [...]

[...] Many children give their greatest expression of love to toys, dolls, or imaginary playmates, because so many stereotyped patterns have already limited other expressions. [...]

where children threw them

Your decision not to buy occurred the first time that you heard the traffic, and Ruburt’s occurred when the children took his precious berries. If looks could kill, the children would have died on the spot.

When children are taught science, there is no criticism allowed. [...]

In two probable realities, your mother, for example, did not have children. [...]

[...] The object is reminiscent of paper chains made by children, with wide loops, and of many pastel colors.

A distant connection with two children, girls, I believe relatives. [...]

[...] three children who died before the age of three, and records, I believe, attesting to this fact—couched in one of the historical societies—or in land grant information. [...]

[...] The portrait is a portrait of Ruburt as a woman in one of the past lives mentioned—and in that particular instance, as a grandmother of twelve children. [...]

[...] He has two children and lives in Nebraska, and oddly enough he is a house painter who also wanted to be an artist. [...]

[...] He will therefore become more aware of the spontaneous nature of creativity, for he will bear children. [...]

These are tender children we lay to rest. [...]

[...] The letters you receive are often like letters children write to their parents.

Children play and believe it or not the gods play, and they have a merry game. [...]

[...] Children are taught to compete against each other. [...]

[...] Yet children know the truth of it. [...]

The pure and brilliant quality of the surroundings have much in common with the appearance physical reality has for children. [...]

[...] Five of these people were my brother Dick and his family, including three children, from Rochester, NY. [...]