“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Then on the afternoon of the 25th she had a nap-dream adventure featuring a family reunion, my father, and others. [...]

[...] Men often took him literally, but his message was that the spirit of God was within each person—in terms of the symbolism, each person being a child of the father who dwelled in heaven. [...]

In the first scene of this dream you see a probable self, who could reasonably be expected to be the kind of son your father might have, gifted with his hands mechanically, assertive enough to own his own business, however—after all, a part of the American dream, embarked upon employment that he enjoyed, and yet one that provided a service, hence physically seen between the ice (and roller-skating) rink, representing pleasure or fun, and the grocery store, representing service or nourishment. [...] Your father’s inventiveness, again, dealt often with mechanics.

The service station and entire setup was chosen because it represented excellent symbolism, and unconsciously referred you back to the time when your father made his batteries, and owned that business.

[...] I used wood for this that I found in father’s garage in Sayre over the last weekend. [...]

[...] To represent it differently than it was, represented at best a half-lie—this from the exaggerated and distorted ideas of order that surrounded you as a child on the part of your father.

Your father always tried to fix objects that were broken. [...]

[...] I am in the sunroom watching my father take food from a buffet set in the dining room. [...] Suddenly my father becomes angry, throws his plate onto the rug and grabs another. [...] I remember probabilities, however, and instead of becoming upset myself, I send my father thoughts of peace and health. [...]

[...] I walk in the bedroom where my father is standing, complaining about his problems. [...]

[...] Then Seth says, ‘In the earlier dream demonstration tonight, your father had problems of his own, and you ignored them. [...]

Using a series of mental exercises explained to me by Seth, I do step sideways — it is as though I am squeezing between two bars, and I find myself back in the bedroom with my father there, again, complaining. [...]

[...] You (Sally), I believe, 1541-1583, a rug-maker, their father—that is, you were their father. [...] Your mother was a very heavy-handed father to you in that existence. Your father has now strong feminine traits because in Boston in an immediately past life there was a woman—give us a moment—the first name was also Lillian. [...]

Loren is actually very much like your present mother, though the father’s characteristics are also represented. [...] The three brothers reacted against this exaggerated, powerful and, in the case of the father, hidden emotionalism to varying degrees. Joseph picked up what seems to be the father’s discipline and orderliness, as did Loren. These seeming characteristics in the father’s case however are actually frozen emotionalism encased in compulsions.

Because the father freezes emotion in the ritual of fussy compulsion he is actually less dangerous in some ways and more dangerous in others, since the compulsive framework always threatens to explode. [...]

Your father in that life tried to control the horse but its forefoot came down upon the nail. Your father planked the hot shoe upon the foot and you screamed, thinking of the horse’s pain. [...]

[...] It would not have been so serious except that in the stable as a child, you could not understand how or why your father would so inflict pain upon the horse, slamming the hot shoe upon the wounded foot. [...]

[...] The touch of paralysis was a result of your earlier paralysis of fear—would your father treat you in the same manner?

[...] Jane and I were visiting her father there, who was building some apartments. [...]

[...] You must be a mother and a father. You must have reincarnations in which you are a mother and a father. [...]

For example: Many of you believe in the basis of Freudian psychology — that the son naturally wants to displace the father in his mother’s attentions, and that beneath the son’s love for his father, there rages the murderous intent to kill. [...]

[...] He thought of his father—he thought of his father—as spontaneous, free, and undisciplined, as somewhat stupid and somewhat dangerous. [...] His father was lax. [...]

The man may have been Ruburt’s Father Doren. If not there is quite a psychological connection between the man who died and this Father Doren in Ruburt’s mind.

[...] (Pause.) You are to him in this existence a figure for lover, father and child, but he is also a figure to you of mother, mistress and child. [...]

Ruburt’s encounter with his father, in many ways, did him good and was largely advantageous. [...]

[...] 22, while Jane and I were sitting in a drafty bar with her father, in Saratoga Springs, NY, while on our way home. [...]

[...] Looking backward in time, Plato heard the story of Atlantis from his maternal uncle, Critias the Younger, who was told about it by his father, Critias the Elder, who heard about it through the works of the Athenian statesman and lawgiver, Solon, who had lived two centuries earlier [c. 640–559 B.C.]; and Solon got the story of Atlantis from Egyptian priests, who got it from ———? [...]

[...] You did this with your parents—afraid of seeming better than they, almost ashamed of your ability lest it shame your father by contrast, disciplining yourself over much.

Father Ryan and Father Traynor have been notified. [...]

Your own father (meaning mine) has been in contact with his relative recently dead (Alice Butts). [...] Tie these suggestions in with what I have told you—that your father is free now. [...]

[...] You have been afraid of your father since infancy. Now you think of me as an old but wise, extremely powerful male adult, as you thought of your father when you were a child. [...]

[...] Some connection here with the first historical personality we have run across: a very distant connection to Joan of Arc, on the mystic’s father’s side, twice removed. [...]

[...] You felt that your father had godlike qualities and attempt to project these onto the men you meet. [...]

[...] I am not your father giving you an arithmetic lesson. [...]

[...] The father actually is not the uniting principle here, but the feeling against the mother, at this time.

[...] Some of this may have been due to her lack of a normal home environment, without a father, we said, yet I felt there were strong independent elements in her personality that encouraged such behavior anyhow. [...] She also felt “betrayed” by Father Darren when he made advances to her when she was in her earlier teens. [...]

He is not responsible for the fact that his father left his mother. Now he did contribute, but no more than many others, and the main circumstances were chosen by the mother and the father.