“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Seth then launched into a long topic involving Peggy, her job at the newspaper, and another girl there. [...]

([Peg:] “Is it the new Chinese girl?”)

[...] Peg now questioned Seth further about the Chinese girl at the newspaper.)

[...] There was a girl in that past life. [...]

[...] This was after she had gone through an auto accident; Seth has told us this accident is in reality two accidents, one involving B. Macdonnel in California, the other a future possible event involving Tam’s girl Eve, in or near New York City. [...]

[...] Mossman during his call today told Jane that his girl Eve broke her right arm over the past weekend, sometime during the 20th-22nd. [...]

(Jane believes circumvention can also relate to these interpretations: the circular effect obtained in the photo on the object, by the placement of the four girls, as shown on page 168; and the word GLOBE in caps in the ad in the lower left corner on the back of the object.

(Omitted as a possible interpretation of the Mountain, or high peak data, above: Jane noted that on the front of the object one of the girl’s names is Patricia McFarland. [...]

[...] Jane pointed out that, as in the case of McFarland, bear could be derived from the name of one of the girls mentioned on the front of the object: Orlyn Barron. [...]

[...] Joanie Gilbert reiterated that she eats a head of lettuce at a time, and has done so since she was a little girl.)

[...] Ruth being a few years younger, her physical dimensions at that time would closely match the young girl I drew in my pen and ink sketch of the experience. Also, the girl I saw was a blonde, and Ruth is a blonde.

(“Can you tell me something about my experience of seeing the young girl abusing the dog?”

The girl was a relative of yours. [...]

Now: on your television screen this evening you saw a little girl (in a European country). [...]

[...] That little girl’s experience with the earthquake, and her beliefs about it, have little to do with the bare facts involved. [...]

In the back of your mind you have wanted the girl to be a boy. [...] But in the back of your mind you still think that the male holds the position of leadership, and therefore, you resent your own feelings when you try to have the girl behave in that feminine manner. [...]

[...] The Crowley girl, for various reasons, sacrificed herself for her father. [...]

The vague impression that it is a boy rather than a girl, and an initial R or B. Or, this is an image of someone, male, as a youngster who was born in 1936, or who is now 36 years old. [...]

[...] [Jane wrote boy but a girl died.]

[...] “The vague impression that it is a boy rather than a girl, and an initial R or B. Or, this is an image of someone, male, as a youngster who was born in 1936, or who is now 36 years old. [...]

[...] It is a weak one, in that the girl in question is not the girl who was present in the apartment on November 20,1965, when Jane and I were given the object. [...]

(“Was this the girl who was visiting Leonard the night we were given the object?”)

In the dreams of children this same activity continues, so that the boy may have many dream experiences as a girl, and the girl as a boy. [...]

([Pat:]I had a crush on Mr. Finfrock for three years, grades 7 to 9. All the girls had a crush on him. But the other girls weren’t afraid of him. [...] He knew I had a crush on him; he knew that most girls did. [...] The other girls flirted back. [...]

[...] They knew that the girl had been terrified and spoke only out of fear and did not mean to betray them. [...]

[...] He invited me to a late supper with his girl, Lisa. [...]

[...] But she needed the new one after the new girl on the floor had pulled it loose several times while taking care of her. [...]

[...] A new girl — probably a floater — took Jane’s temperature — 98.4.

The difficulty at the drinking establishment was due mainly to the encounter with the college girl, who is connected with the nursery school. [...]

The girl’s remark of surprise: “I didn’t expect to see you here,” was taken by the overly conscientious self as just rebuke. [...]

[...] I was naked, saying, “I’ve lost my way,” to a girl, possibly a nurse, seated at a desk in a cavernous, vacant, rust-red old room. [...]

[...] A girl wearing a skirt with long red fringes.

[...] I rang for some ginger ale and ice, since the girl who’d promised to bring it an hour ago never showed up.

[...] Jane recalled her successes in helping to reassure the parents of two lost girls some years ago [in separate incidents] in the Midwest. [...] Neither girl was dead, by the way. [...]