“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] In it I’d been a woman who was the same age as my father. The fact that my father is dead didn’t enter into the dream.)

A vibrant encounter with the cat lover’s father.

A. God the Father. There’s no way to assign any reasonably accurate date to when God the Father created all things, as described in Genesis, the first book of the Bible. [...]

Now: In the beginning, there was not God the Father, Allah, Zoroaster, Zeus, or Buddha.¹

[...] You also felt that this would equate you in your mother’s eyes with your father. [...] Your father did not. [...]

Your own attitude was partially set by your father’s innate and quite strong sense of independence. [...]

[...] Your father disliked his brother who was wealthy. To have money is therefore a betrayal of your father.

Since your mother pushed your father to make money, then to make money yourself seems an added betrayal toward your father, and seems to ally you with your mother, of whose emotionalism you were always frightened. [...]

The couple represented old fears; again, interpretations of your father’s beliefs, that young couples become trapped by the fires of desire, and could not escape; that the man could not hold himself apart, but would be devoured by the sentiments of love that would consume him. Those fears of your father’s were given a less frightening, more conventionalized and safer image in John Wayne, who escapes such situations by refusing intimate entanglements, and is “free to roam the range.”

[...] Wayne represented feelings about the male that you received in your background from your father, and through boyhood movies, in which the male could afford affectionate behavior or conversation—only with his horse (with amusement). [...]

If a mother died, the father took over her responsibilities, the qualities of love and affection being quite as alive in him as in the female. [...] Often after childbirth, women immediately joined the hunting expeditions, and the fathers made clothing from animals’ hides at home. [...]

[...] A woman cannot father a child, nor can a male bear one. [...]

[...] The father has wanted domination, and to some extent has forced his wife into a position of dominance which she strongly resents. [...]

Her father has been more destructive to her psychological health in some respects than her mother, for he gave her the image of males as weak.

[...] Such a simple understanding did not come to me that I remember, nor to my brothers—both of whom I think still have primitive ideas concerning father especially. [...]

(At the same time, I now realize that my father did accomplish much that he and the other members of the family were blind to. [...]

[...] No one we knew even owned a cycle, and neither my father-in-law or myself had the slightest idea who the driver was. [...] Then, I remembered that when he was a young man, Rob’s father did have motorcycles. [...] So the connection became clear: There was a hidden association in Rob’s father’s mind and my own, an emotional shared experience that “predisposed” us toward an interest in cycles.

[...] In the course of conversation, my father-in-law told us that on July 3, from his window, he had watched a near-accident involving a motorcycle. [...]

[...] Here, however, I think the precognitive event was actually the discussion with my father-in-law, rather than the incident itself.

Part of this is a result of your relationship with your father. [...]

Your father cut out his own world, you felt, in his house and in the wilderness, comparatively speaking, but at the same time because you feared him so you did not really feel he wanted you to do the same no matter what he said—because to prove yourself a better man would automatically destroy him.

[...] Now many of these ideas come to you because of your attitude toward your father. [...]

Not dictation: all of this should help you understand your own experience involving your father—and the later one with your mother, and Ruburt’s with Teresa; for your mother was sending out strands of consciousness in the directions that interest her.

[...] I would suggest on your part a rather illogical but perhaps understandable feeling of guilt, involving your father. I would suggest, indeed, that perhaps you hesitate as the first son, to be more financially solvent than your father is, and therefore in your own eyes symbolically shame him.

[...] Nothing would please her more than money, and you fear that if you made more money than your father, he would feel that you were doing this purposely, to take her away.

[...] You realize that she pushed your father to make money, and no one, including yourself, will ever be allowed to do the same to you. [...]

Your mother felt, then, that each played a fitting part in the marriage, in that your father had in her eyes great prospects, and she had given him two sons. [...] She had forced herself to focus all of her great emotional power into the marriage structure as they both understood it; but your father would not concentrate his own abilities into the cultural and financial structure as he had agreed to do in the tacit contract.

(The photograph of me, taken and dated by my father [Robert Sr.], has been kept in one of the Butts family albums for 53 years. [...]

[...] Your mother had produced two beautiful boys; and she was also a perfectionist in her way, and in her framework — one never understood by your father.

[...] Your first year was one in which your father and mother were filled with expectation. [...]

[...] You are told to give up the self to the leader of the group—the guru, the master, the father, the authority by whatever name.

[...] Only that he has learned much, and could not have considered taking his father in in this same manner, kindly and rationally, even a few years ago.

[...] It is important that he and Eve not feel martyred, taking in the father, but I believe they both understand their positions there, and recognize they are forming their own realities and considering an act of kindness for its own sake.

[...] A man no longer need follow his father’s vocational footsteps. [...]

[...] And it seemed in the beginning that science delivered, for the world was changed from candlelight to electric light to neon in the flicker of an eye, and a man could travel in hours distances that to his father or grandfather took days on end.

[...] They yearn toward old ways, when the decisions of marriage were made for them, when they could safely follow in their father’s footsteps, when they were unaware of the lure of different places, and forced to remain at home. [...]

[...] This was perhaps a vague reference to the father of the groom; he is quite a bit older than my brother, who is Linda’s father. Later, Jane told me that this was a reference to brother Loren, Linda’s father.

The older man represented the groom’s father, simply because of the discussion concerning him Sunday. [...]

[...] The connection is far-out: My brother, father of the Protestant bride who married a Catholic, was at my parents’ home Sunday; the people who live next door are Catholic.

(Yet she finally admitted that she knew she’d succeeded with my mother — not with my father, though. [...] Jane said that when he was drunk her father told her that Marie was her enemy. [...]

[...] (Pause.) I do not know if it refers to Ruburt’s father, but it is to the south of you, and there are papers involved. [...]

[...] Perhaps this is the death of your sister-in-law’s father, however.

[...] First, we’d moved back to 458 W. Water — which I seem to do several times a week — and looking out my old studio windows, I saw my father cutting hair like a barber out in the driveway in front of the garage. [...]

[...] Often hair is a symbol for strength, but in this case it represents the strength of old beliefs, and your father is a barber who cuts away those — whereas in the past he followed many quite negative beliefs and concepts. [...]