“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Your father dream. Your father represented your father, but he also stood for your version of the race [species] of man itself, of the nameless old men seemingly worn down by age, the lack of communication between nameless fathers and sons. Yet the old man does sleep in a gigantic shoe that is also like a cradle, from which he and all of civilization continue to emerge. Your question was why the lack of communication and compassion, the inarticulateness of love? And as you consoled your father, you tried to console humanity. And how? Through expression of the words, but also through your art, for you saw all art as an expression of love, a love in which the old man and civilization was ultimately held.

[...] Jane had cried a bit after Dr. K. left and before Peggy came in, and I’d tried to console her. [...]

[...] Console can freely speak about it in public, because it carries within itself its own lovely camouflage. [...]

A small note: Ruburt’s teeth would have been gone entirely 5 or 6 years ago had he gone to a dentist, if that is any consolation.

[...] He did tell us then that when one of us was ill, the other was not to offer excessive consolation and thereby reinforce the idea of sickness. [...]

Console likes to invent new hemispheres to explore, and new vehicles with their own amazing controls. [...]

[...] One which he did not get clearly was that you can take some consolation in the fact that your whole self is not as deeply affected by your present parents as you would suppose, and I promise to help you attain further important freedoms from any bad influences along this line, in a manner that will still allow you to help them without hurting yourself.

[...] A few times, because Ruburt was so upset, I managed to console him by saying that he wasn’t pregnant when he rather feared that he might be. [...]