“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I have told you that the communication between your landlord’s father and himself was a valid one, and I believe that other communications have taken place. [...]

The father is mainly finished with the physical field. [...]

You understand that because of both his father and his grandfather, particularly his grandfather, he grew up believing it a weakness to work for others, because of the immobility involved. [...]

[...] Today, also, Jane received a letter from her father, who lives in Florida. [...]

[...] The object was a black and white photo of Jane’s father and his deceased second wife, Maxine, taken sometime prior to 1954. [...]

(Briefly, the object is a black-and-white photo of Jane’s father Del, and his deceased second wife Maxine. [...]

[...] It sets you apart from your father and mother, and serves to sever any negative suggestions. [...]

You did not want to give of yourself to the world because you felt that this was a natural reaction, picked up from your father. [...]

[...] If his father, for example, sees the chair that the boy does not see, then the object exists as a thing to be seen in the father’s self-perspective. [...]

[...] Jane’s father is visiting us for a few days. [...]

[...] As a matter of fact, at the same time your brother, Loren, was looking out the window of your father’s shop [across the way] and saw nothing.”

[...] You were wishing for a playmate, and were jealous because your brother stayed so long with your father. [...]

[...] She was aware of her voice phenomena, she said, and her subjective reaction to it was very similar to the way she felt during the Father Trainor episode: she felt carried away by the voice as though she was inside it, in a very light weightless state. In Volume 3, see the 131st session for information on the Father Trainor experience.

[...] Besides telling Jane about the sweater, Jane’s mother wrote in the May 10 letter of the death of a family friend, Father Ryan, and enclosed a news clipping account of the funeral, which was to be held shortly. Father Ryan died of leukemia and his death was expected; it could correspond to “dying out” or “fading away”.

[...] Ruburt’s experience is specifically more obvious, yet your mother and father each reacted in their own ways to the authority of the world as they understood it. Your mother tried desperately to fit into that framework, and your father as desperately combated it.

[...] A man might be born deformed or sickly because of the sins of his father.

[...] The church’s concepts at least gave suffering a kind of dignity: It did (underlined) come from God—an unwelcome gift, perhaps—but after all it was punishment handed out from a firm father for a child’s own good.

[...] Tan had questions concerning his father and his girl, Eve and told us he felt he’d had extended psychological connections with both. [...]

I will not now go into a discussion concerning your father, since there are several matters here, and the relationship was a fairly long one. [...]

[...] She seems to think the actual episode of Father Darren chasing her around the bed when she was in that hotel room with him as a teen-ager is changed, whereas I thought Seth meant that the original event remained, but that her psychological understanding of what had transpired changed a good deal. [...]

[...] His father, Joe, had died at 2:00 p.m. John had just left the house, as Jane and I had left the rest home just before my mother died in November, 1973. [...]

[...] This is an often-heard sentence — and yet the main point of the Christ story² was not Christ’s death but his birth, and the often-stated proposition that each person was indeed “a child of the father.”

[...] Christ’s “father” was, however, the God who was indeed aware of every sparrow that fell, who knew of every creature’s existence, whatever its species or kind. [...]

[...] I have been a young man, a young girl, a mother, a father, a son. [...]

[...] In the oval, she was 30 years old when she sat for my father, Robert F. Butts, Sr., in 1959. [...]

The collection will include our family trees; my father’s journals and photographs; Jane’s and my own grade-school, high-school, college, and family data; our youthful creative efforts in writing and painting; the comic books and other commercial artwork I produced; our early published and unpublished short stories; my original notes for the sessions; session transcripts, whether published or unpublished, “regular,” private, or from ESP class; tapes, including those made in class of Jane speaking for Seth and/or singing in Sumari; our notes, dream records, journals, and manuscripts; our sketches and paintings; Jane’s extensive poetry; our business correspondence; books, contracts, and files; newsletters about the Seth material, published in the United States and abroad (independently of Jane and me); the greater number of letters from readers—in short, a mass of material showing how our separate beginnings flowed together and resulted in the production of a joint lifework.

[...] He started to whimper and to cry when he knew that he had his home and his family to protect and he didn’t do it, and I had crying kids and I didn’t need a crying husband because the older kids could shoot much better than their father because he didn’t know how to pull the trigger. [...]

[...] “Something Sarah’s father bartered for the shoes… something to do with fishing nets. [...] Sarah’s father made fishnets out of seaweed, dried seaweed. [...]

[...] Sarah’s father did something for the cobbler, and, in return, he made shoes for the younger brother, and Sarah was in the shop to get them.”

For one thing, the adolescent is turning aside from the domination of both mother and father. [...]

The prayer contains within it its own answer, and if there is no white-haired, kind old Father God to hear, then there is instead the initial and ever-expanding energy that forms everything that is, and of which every human being is a part.