“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] They are the children of our dreams and so, also, do you seed other realities and other systems. They are the children of your dreams. [...]

[...] You are like children before a Christmas party. [...]

You are children of being that you do not understand or comprehend and so parables have been told you through the ages. [...]

[...] You are like children playing with a ball except you have made the ball yourselves and then it will lead you on a merry chase. [...]

When you think in terms, for example, of remarriage or when your children urge it upon you, then you think in terms of yourself. You do not think in terms of those who need love and affection and who are more lonely than yourself, lacking children, and who are looking for not only affection but the simple courtesy that another individual can show by recognizing their existence. [...]

[...] You have also formed the reality of your children and it is a good reality. [...]

These are not physical children at the mercy of time and the elements, but eternal ones, more knowledgeable than the parent; gods springing from the human psyche, half-human, half-divine. And on this level the parent is astonished, delighted at the superior accomplishments of its children, the superiority of the offspring, and yet also jealous to some extent.

[...] In some respects of course Ruburt’s children are his books. [...]

If the books are children symbolically, then in those same terms his representation of my reality is a far more living, three-dimensional aspect. [...]

[...] And there is also the unspeakable exaltation that you feel and cannot explain, as you watch your children grow and as you feel, even within yourself, the recognition, the spiritual recognition, that comes when flesh meets flesh and this is what you chose to encounter. [...] And the children will be taken away as all human children are. [...]

It does no good to say that one choice was better than the other, and do not worry yourself with such concerns for you are interwoven spiritually with every atom and molecule that exists within those of your children and your wife. [...]

(To Sally.) I can show you the children you have had in the past, and those you will have in the present and in the future. [...]

[...] (See the 618th session in Chapter Three.) If to you this means, “I give great attention to seeing that my children brush their teeth, eat enough, and perform properly,” then you will interpret the “better and better” suggestion in that light.

If the belief means to you that love for children is best expressed in those terms, if you feel that there is something embarrassing about expressing affection directly, then the “better and better” suggestion may only reinforce that belief.

[...] If, using that example, you suddenly begin to realize your position and begin to express your love to your children directly, you may find them quite surprised, delighted but confused. [...]

[...] She has been told often that a woman without a man is in a very difficult situation, particularly a woman with children. [...] She has been informed that children need a father, and feels at the same time that no man wants to become involved with a woman with children.

Andrea is in her early thirties, divorced, with three children. [...]

(“How many children did you and your wife have?”)

(“How many of your children are alive now?”)

(“Can you give us the name of one of your children we might know?”)

(“Frank Watts, do you have any children living in Elmira now?”)

[...] Those gorgeous children struck home with me for many reasons — partly because of Seth’s material, and partly because I think at my own age [65] I’ve come to appreciate more and more the truly creative act that being a parent is. I told Sue that her children were great, and meant it. [...]

You may have two children, one of whom, generally speaking, behaves like Augustus One, and one who acts like Augustus Two. [...] Yet if being “good,” polite, and compliant is not the usual state of normal children, neither is incessant violent activity. [...]

[...] The young who would be the parents of children. [...]

[...] She did not want children. [...]

[...] He imagined his sons as children sleeping. [...]

[...] He wanted to be the father of three for his own reasons, rather than the father of one or two children, you see.

[...] She did not want children, yet giving birth gave her a sense of power, the only sense of power she had experienced in this existence, and so she used this power as a weapon when she felt a weapon was needed.

[...] Your idea of progress is building bigger blocks, like children sitting upon the floor. Yet none of us would think of kicking aside your block constructions in ire, or telling you to put aside children’s toys, though one day you shall do so.

You are like children, in your terms, with a game, and you think that the game is played by everyone. [...]

[...] Like children playing with blocks your focus of attention is upon physical blocks. [...]

[...] (Pause.) Children’s blocks then become massive by contrast. [...]

The children that I perceived, he projected into this picture of his, a photograph in which children were indeed involved. [...]

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

Ruburt has the impression of the school fence across the street from the house in which he lived, and he is thinking of a particular photograph of his own that involved his house, the street, part of the fence, and perhaps some children. [...]

[...] He picked up from me the fact that children were involved. [...]

Children may come down with many childhood diseases, and still be very healthy children indeed. [...]

[...] It is quite natural for children to play creatively with the various states of their own consciousnesses, to explore the “us-ness” of a seemingly single identity. [...]

[...] (Pause at 9:32.) The children participate in their own dimensions of natural divinity to a large-enough extent that they feel themselves automatically supported within the presence of an ever-acting comprehensive trust and love. [...]

[...] Three children and a wife who was German. [...]

[...] Jane reported she had images of block letters, as on children’s blocks, when giving the data on the name Tanz Mansdavens.

(“Did Barbara have any children in her last life, the Oklahoma existence?”)

(“Is Barbara psychically involved with any of the five children in this life?”)

Children who are labeled mentally deficient or even called idiots, can often grow and develop far beyond medical science’s suppositions — particularly if they are aided by loving parents who constantly provide stimulation and interest.

This is not to say that all such children should be cared for at home, or that parents should feel guilty if they are forced through circumstances to place their offspring in an institution. [...]

[...] From childhood in your society, you were as children told in one way or another that it was healthy to enjoy sports and outside activity, to join in games, to be outgoing with playmates, and all of that is of course quite true. Children are also taught, however, that reading for anything but short periods was somehow unhealthy, that daydreaming or staying alone for anything but a brief period meant that the child was withdrawn, and that his activities—or hers—were somehow unnatural.

Children were urged in one way or another to be aggressive, competitive, and generally to fit the conventional idea of the extrovert. [...]

When you were both children, to some degree each of you felt that you were different because of your intense subjective activity—and to some extent, and different for both of you—you felt that you had to “fight for” the freedom to pursue subjective reality.

(By way of contrast, I want to add here that this week Jane has been notified by Prentice-Hall of their most enthusiastic reception of her children’s book, Emir. Not only that, it appears that Prentice-Hall may have found at the same time the ideal illustrator for the work; black-and-white copies of sample illustrations have been sent to Jane, done by the female artist, with Tam’s assurances that the color is brilliant.

Two children.

[...] Two children and one a male. [...]

[...] (Yes to both; Martha’s house.) Two children. [...]

[...] Two children and one a male. [...]

[...] She had many children. Many of her generation women were so wearied by drudgery in past lives that they wanted no children or responsibilities in this life, and may felt subconsciously cheated when children were born. [...]