“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

You saw Ruburt outside the window because he was not directly involved with the relationship between you and your father.

[...] I would like to make it plain that your mother literally prods your father enough to keep him from withdrawing completely, and he has much to thank her for regardless of their differences.

[...] Also, she sits on a Mexican serape, one of two given to us by her father several years ago. [...]

[...] Jane’s father Del, who is 6’ 2”, gave us the serape Jane was sitting on when I sketched her this afternoon.

(John wasn’t sure what financial venture involving parents could mean, although he described a complicated tax and property and business transaction that his father-in-law is involved in at the moment in Bradford, PA. The father-in-law has a great deal of money tied up in the venture and is trying to extricate himself.

The situation to which I referred was not the one regarding your father-in-law, though that will be resolved.

Even your father’s originality was of the most practical variety. [...]

[...] The issue itself is based partially in her own relationship to both her mother and father. [...]

[...] Sue told us a little about the death of her father, and left presents for us, which we decided to open tomorrow. [...]

(As she ate a good lunch I told Jane about my very vivid dream of last night—in which Jane, myself and her deceased father, Del, had driven to Bemidji, Minnesota, in the summertime. [...]

2. Here Seth referred to the striking way in which my mother, Stella Butts, had recreated for the better her “memories” of her husband (my father). [...]

[...] Man’s pursuit of the good, to some extent now, fathered the Inquisition and the Salem witch hunts. [...]

[...] I said Jane’s mother had been abandoned by her father, that her grandparents had also been separated through bitter argument, and that Jane herself had often been threatened with such a fate by her mother. [...]

[...] While we waited for Seth to come through, she talked about the deaths of her parents.¹ Her father, Delmer, died on November 16, 1971, when he was 68; her mother, Marie, died on May 10, 1972, at the same age.

[...] Christianity saw it as heaven, inhabited by God the Father, His angels, the saints, and [the] deceased faithful.

[...] Frank Longwell’s father had just died, and she feared she might take the same road. [...]

[...] I’ve recorded six of those long and complicated dreams, set in my hometown, since December 22; in them I explored my various, sometimes contradictory beliefs about writing and painting, my relationships with society and the marketplace, and with my [deceased] father as he represented certain other beliefs. [...]

[...] Another student mentioned an elderly father. [...]

[...] Man is seen in opposition in the most immediate fashion with his own father. [...]

[...] I learned to my surprise from our chauffeur that the father, Fred Jupenlasz, whom I remember well, had only recently died at the age of 85. [...]

[...] Marilyn said however that she felt this data could refer to the fact that her father’s birthday is on March 7, and that the camera which Don took the photo used as object belongs to her father. [...]

[...] They and the land seemed one, sharing the present seasons, the daily work—but more than that, their fathers and their forefathers and usually many past generations of given families came from the same area. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s very early poetry offended Father Boyle, who objected to its themes, and who burned his books on the fall of Rome, so he had more than a hypothetical feeling about such issues. [...]