“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Unfortunately, it was also an example of what happens when the official line of consciousness steps into the dream state, as Ruburt realized your father was dead, and at that level then decided he could not be here.

[...] Her father, Del, is buried somewhere in Florida, we guess — we don’t know where.

[...] Some of you have been mothers but not fathers, or fathers but not mothers. [...]

[...] I learned the unutterable yearning of father for son, son for father, husband for wife, wife for husband, and fell headlong into the intimate webs of human relationships. [...]

In an even larger context, difficult I know for you to follow, the son is the father of his father in quite as valid a way as he is the son, and vice versa.

[...] While you do not possess it in the same fashion, you are also tainted by it, picking up such beliefs from early background, and primarily from your father in that regard. [...]

[...] 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.

“To reach Wilbur Avenue we cut across the tennis court, of grass, that my father had built for his teen-age sons so long ago. [...]

[...] My father had photographed it.

[...] She had been brooding about the birth the night she visited us, because she had just heard from the baby’s father for the first time in years. [...]

[...] He spoke, incidentally to his Father Trainor, and Lizzie Roohan together, while he was in the second form. [...]

[...] At the same time however this help is held up to the father, for it is the mother who asks for the assistance, and the assistance is always in some way held up against the father. [...]

[...] (Jane didn’t see her father again—he came from a broken home himself—until she was 21.) By the time Jane was three years old, her mother was having serious problems with rheumatoid arthritis. [...]

[...] Her father died in 1971, when he was 68. [...]

(Gert told about coming up the cellar stairs on the day her father died and how she seemed to feel very fearful and would not look up from the floor. [...]

[...] Your existence is not dependent upon a body and your father tried to tell you this. [...]

One, the personality of the mother offered needed experience for Ruburt; and two, the paganistic personality of the father was in some degree like his own past personalities though in a much more vague and watered-down way. [...]

The fear is the result of the mother’s mockery of the father, and I believe this will make sense to Ruburt even consciously. [...]

In Volume I, see Session 680, with notes 1–3. My father, Robert Sr., who died in 1971, was very gifted mechanically. [...] Although my father’s “sole intent” was the very challenging one of raising a family in this reality, still he may have often exchanged ideas about automobiles, motorcycles, welding torches, cameras, and so forth, with that other inventor-self.

[...] So far, Jane has nothing to report about meetings of any kind with her late mother or father. [...]

[...] Portions of this feeling are hangovers from your father’s experience, and if you are aware of this you can combat it.

He did arouse himself for battle yesterday (at my parents’, especially noticing the poor condition of my father), and this was effective, but this state of battle should not be maintained as a daily thing. [...]

(For the last two weeks we have been busy with affairs related to the recent death of my father.)

He has the same feelings toward authority, which is connected to past feelings about his father. [...]

[...] Joe A may be an excellent husband, bread-winner, and father, a church-goer who believes in the beauty and goodness of sex. [...]