“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He was operating to a large degree according to the code long set down by his grandfather: be quiet, do not argue, be aloof, and above all never raise your voice.

[...] This is a highly ridiculous notion, caused by an infantile interpretation of events in his grandfather’s life, and also by the fear that his mother would steal him blind of anything that he possesses.

([Sue:] “Would an example of a probable reincarnational self be the image of my grandfather I used to see?”)

In developing his own abilities and searching for answers through these sessions, Ruburt also unconsciously sought, and seeks, finds answers for his mother, since she was unable to find them, and answers for his grandfather Burdo as well. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) It will be very easy for him to think of the town as the place where his grandfather lived, and this will bring about the beneficial aspects. [...]

The boy who delivered the message in Ruburt’s dream was partially a dream construction, representing a George Pilotte Junior, with whom Ruburt felt an affinity in early life; a relative, a cousin who is also psychically connected with Ruburt’s mother, and who is subconsciously connected in Ruburt’s mind with the death of his grandfather, since the boy, who is now a man, was kind to Ruburt at that time.

[...] Ruburt’s grandfather was correct—you need a house open to the four winds.

A strong saving grace in all of the personal and household turmoil she lived in, Jane told me often, was her relationship with her maternal grandfather, Joseph Burdo, her “Little Daddy,” as she called him because of his diminutive size. [...]

Even her early intuitive connections with her grandfather, “Little Daddy,” helped only so much. [...]

[...] The connections involving her mother’s bedridden condition and her tempestuous temper, including her suicide attempts, both faked and real, troubles with a succession of housekeepers, the lack of a father, the almost two years she spent in a Catholic orphanage while Marie was hospitalized, the death of her beloved grandfather, the whole strained atmosphere within which the gifted and impressionable child was growing, as well as her conflicts with church dogma and personalities, had, all together, powerful effects indeed. [...]

[...] In the last two decades of the 1800s my grandfather Otis and his wife raised four children on their farm in Wellsboro, PA, a farming community some 50 miles from Elmira, New York. [...]

(After tonight’s session Jane said she vaguely remembers a small plot of grass and vegetables, bordered by flowers, maintained by her grandfather in the backyard of her home in Saratoga Springs, NY. [...]

Ruburt’s grandfather says that you are both two fine kiddos, and I heartily agree. [...]

[...] Might those factors be just as potent as those inherited from a grandfather, say? [...]