“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] A connection with your mother, in that you feel that she never considered your father a true, straight man because he did not do well financially.

The back problem was particularly easy for Ruburt to pick up, because of his mother and the arthritis, and because of this Father Ryan, whose back was injured. [...]

[...] You truly have no respect for your mother, in the one instance that your father supported her, and she pushed him. [...]

I will myself attempt to communicate with Father Ryan, who is now much less rigid than he was, and this may help. [...] Father Traynor will also be of assistance to us, I am sure.

[...] Who wanted to sit around singing hymns to a father-God, even if He did exist, and what sort of intelligent God would require such constant adoration? [...]

The alternative, that of hellfire, was equally unbelievable. Yet the conventional God of our fathers apparently sat without a qualm with the blessed in heaven, while the devil tortured the rest of the unlucky dead. [...]

[...] In general, God loved little boys and girls with starched shirts, acceptable addresses, polished shoes, and fathers who made good money—it also helped if their mothers baked cookies for the PTA.

[...] Downstairs was a shop owned by your brother’s father, who was not your father this time. [...]

Incidentally I know Jane’s old friend, Father Trainor, who also liked his food, perhaps too well. [...]

[...] The brother in this life was the blood father as you were blood mother. [...]

[...] You thought of your father in many ways as feminine—passive, and of your mother—in many ways, now—as aggressive and male, though she was emotional. [...]

I would also have greeted Ruburt’s father, but indeed I was not invited to join the graceful family circle. [...] The woman, seriously, has found some comfort with Ruburt’s father, but the personality is in sore trouble, and explosive. [...]

(Over the weekend Jane’s father and his companion, Midge, stopped by in Elmira on their way to Florida for the winter. [...]

The father does not negate the reality of, say, the artist. The father does not rob the artist of free will, nor does the entity rob the personality of free will. [...]

[...] One personality may not be but one personality in your terms, as I have mentioned a man being one personality may be seen in terms of a father, a teacher, an artist, a community member and so forth.

The father was thoroughly embittered. [...]

This father had a later life, and a very successful one also in Italy, in a town badly bombed in the Second World War. [...]

[...] I heard many snatches of a conversation between my mother and father, and I had one clear very brief glimpse of the back of my father’s head and shoulders as he pushed through a screen doorway. [...] The first time, I heard Father’s voice outside my field of vision, to my left and behind me. [...]

[...] It might also be noted that later that evening, when Jane tried psychological time, she too tuned in on Mother and Father. [...]

(Seth began by discussing a very emotional dream I had on the night of Thursday, February 24, involving what seemed to be the death of my father. [...] Seth explained how the dream was built around my subconscious fears concerning my father. [...] The conclusions were somewhat similar, and contained Seth’s assertions that the death of my father is not imminent, although he is 75. Seth went into one of the basic problems behind the dream, the lack of an easy communication between my father and myself. He said this particular problem is more my father’s fault than mine, and went into some methods concerning how I could begin to bridge this gap.

[...] As I watched my father grow older, with an accompanying progressive loss of memory and function, I used to wonder why he didn’t consciously revise his response to life — and why I never saw any indication that he wanted to. [...] My father’s chosen withdrawal from the world was all too plain for everyone to see. [...]

[...] I watched my father go through the ravages of senility; he died in November 1971, at the age of 81. [...]

[...] Ruburt was simply not confident enough in the Father Trainor episode last evening to adequately perform the inner manipulations necessary, without your presence. [...]

(Sunday, August 22nd, Jane discovered the tape recording of the first two Father Trainor episodes was deteriorating, for unknown reasons. [...]

[...] See the 131st and 158th sessions for details on the Father Trainor experiments in Volumes 3 and 4.

[...] The brother in this life was the blood father as you were blood mother. [...]

[...] This was in Denmark, and your father was a baker. [...]

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

[...] Some other personal information that I gave you concerning your relationship with your father this time also fits in here.

In this life Ruburt feared a laxness within himself because of his mother’s remarks about his father. [...]

[...] In the first place your father’s creativity, his inventions, brought him no recognition, no money in your mother’s terms. [...]

(Bristly hair & mustache—Barb’s father.

[...] There were people like Blanche Price or even Father Trainor. [...]

The sexual schism begins when the male child is taught to identify exclusively with the father image, and the female child with the mother image — for here you have a guilt insidiously incorporated into the growth process.

[...] The lack of a “suitable” father or mother image has “saved” more children than it has hurt. [...]

[...] Many things caused us to lay it aside: other work, the holidays, the plain need for a change of pace, travel, and the approaching death of my father….