“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The child was a girl... [...]

[...] It is a part that can understand why you (VM) have so related to this man; it is a part that can understand why the five, and seven, and eight-year-old girl that you were has related to this man, and not independently gone on. [...]

[...] When Ruburt (as Seth calls Jane) was a young girl he wrote a poem in which he declares:

This class was composed of college girls. [...]

[...] In general, God loved little boys and girls with starched shirts, acceptable addresses, polished shoes, and fathers who made good money—it also helped if their mothers baked cookies for the PTA.

[...] He died as a young child upon one occasion, a girl with musical abilities. [...]

There is a mechanical talent, early developed, though strangely in a woman’s life, when he was a girl caring for a father’s shop. [...]

[...] A couple of the girls also gave me rolls, sauerkraut and hotdogs for supper this evening. [...]

[...] The girl who brought the supper tray at the end of the session left our room door open, and Karina sounded all the louder.

([Bette:] “During break Jane stood here talking to Dee  and as I stood and watched these two, Jane all of a sudden was a very little girl looking up at this man and the man was trying desperately to get Jane to say that she was sorry for something that she had done, and Jane would not say this. [...]

(Jane didn’t eat much breakfast, except cereal, because the young girl who fed her couldn’t properly present the bacon and eggs, for some reason; Cathy’s sister. [...]

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

I believe that the two girls will separate, in any case. [...]

(Jane’s mother is a bedridden arthritic, and has been since Jane was a very young girl.

(Jane was afraid of others as a young girl, and even in college — that she wouldn’t get their approval — whereas, I said, the others should have been afraid that they wouldn’t get her approval, since her abilities transcended theirs. [...]

[...] Several of the girls took pieces with them as they went back to work, and Jane and I had some after lunch. [...]

[...] That is, the young girl must have had some feelings of guilt for leaving her prostrate mother, etc. [...]

[...] This hurt the six-year old girl. [...]

[...] The child (Sean) was a girl—1432—France—and at one time your sister—strong literary abilities—some interest in music—should not be pampered for the personality is already given to indulgence. [...]

[...] It is a part that can understand why you (Vera) have so related to this man; it is a part that can understand why the five-and seven-and eight- year-old girl that you were has related to this man and not independently gone on. [...]

(Jane began by finding herself as a young girl on a swing at the recreation field across the street from St. Clement’s Catholic Church and School in Saratoga Springs, where she grew up. [...]

[...] The girl told me that one of the checks I’d deposited for Jane’s hospital fund wasn’t for $1000, as we’d both thought — but was instead for $1 million. [...]

[...] The girl from dietary brought the supper tray. [...]

[...] An hour later I called Andrew Fife in billing; he was out for 15 minutes, and would call back, a girl said. [...]