“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She carried one on her right hip and I would say about 18 months old, about a two year old and a five year old, and the girl had braids, and they were looped around, and she had a big apron on. [...]

[...] The girls would try to “pick up” an impression of the target drawing and reproduce it. [...]

[...] Oddly enough, the results weren’t bad at all, but his attitude was so poor that only five girls took part in the experiment. [...]

[...] There were go-go girls at the neighborhood tavern we went to, and both of us enjoyed the break in routine. [...]

[...] The apples did provide the painting connection with the girl, and the dream was very simple—a distorted view into tomorrow’s mirror. [...]

[...] On the one hand you said “Good girl,” and on the other complained about the undesirable side effects. [...]

(10:46.) Mother’s little man or brave little girl can then stay at home, for example, courageously bearing up under an illness, with his or her behavior condoned. [...]

Being with your parents brought things to a head, because both of your attitudes were aggravated by the environment; you (Sue) relating more as a young girl in the family homestead, and he reacting as the stranger who came in the back door.

To some extent this also is connected with your daughter Ruth and the other girl. [...]

The other girl (Mary—age 15) I see figuratively, now “figuratively” standing by your husband’s side; not as much like you as Ruth.

His mother is enjoying being a young girl. [...]

[...] There was a Miss Thompson’s School for Girls. [...]

[...] This is to our high-apple-pie-in-the-sky girl.

[...] He completely lacks the ability to discuss normal fears and worries in any kind of neighborhood contact—with girl friends. [...]

[...] We saw the same hostess both times also—a girl Jane went to school with in Saratoga. [...]

The girl from the monastery is perfectly all right, as long as she comes here unaccompanied by a monk, or met by one. [...]

[...] Seth said, for example, that she had worked in a five-and-dime store with a girl friend, and that a visit from this friend would be helpful. [...]

[...] He resented the girl, and while he cared for her, he did not do so kindly.

([Gert:] “Is that with my oldest girl?”)

[...] Our hypothetical director will know which actors are free, which actors prefer character roles, which ones are heroes or heroines, and which smiling Don Juan always gets the girl — and in general who plays the good guys and the bad guys.

[...] In blurred focus behind me an unknown teen-age girl sits on a swing that’s suspended from a tree limb, and an empty wicker stroller-type carriage [mine?] stands beside her. [...]

[...] Without a framework to contain that kind of experience, the growing girl began to squash it. [...]

[...] The black girl at the typewriter had the papers all made out, from the information Dr K. had given last February when she’d talked of transferring Jane from the Arnot. [...]

[...] Yesterday Jane and I reread an article I’d filed last September, then forgotten about: In the area surrounding a certain village in the Dominican Republic, 38 girls have turned into boys at the onset of puberty. [...]