“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It was just this fantastic mob ...and those kids were cooked...and it was all in the name of religion and in the name of all this stuff except that out of it you hoped to get wealth ...and all she [Janice] had was a woman’s common love for the child. [...]

[...] Jane:] Part of me feels that the symptoms are an acceptable even ingenious way of seeing that distractions are cut to a minimum; to focus my abilities, like a kid getting a cold to stay in, but more sophisticated, cuts through the necessity for explanations, etc. [...]

[...] [But he could have chosen somebody else and he chose me because I had these ideas about work, wouldn’t threaten him with kids, make him get a regular job, keep us focused, etc. [...]

[...] “I looked down and saw that I wore black shoes and white socks, like little kids do, like I look in some of those old photographs.” [...]

[...] “That kid was so shocked to see me naked that when he took my pulse I could feel his pulse going bumpity-bumpity-bump....” [...]

[...] “If any more of those kids come in I’ll scream,” Jane said when they’d left. [...]

[...] All of us kids in the neighborhood had been fascinated by the deer, which had been painted brown. [...]

[...] I exclaimed to Floyd Waterman that vandals had done the damage — young kids that I knew were causing trouble in the neighborhood. [...]

[...] Georgia, Mary Jean, and Jan came in to kid around, eat chocolate-covered graham crackers, and drop veiled references to the birthday party they’re planning for me tomorrow. [...]

[...] that when you’re a kid you pick up certain ideas about what kind of a person you want to be—from a photograph, a corner of life, an edge, and you put all those little things together into a personality. [...]

[...] Good luck, kids—you’ll need it.)

[...] “The kids” from the city are to call tomorrow, to learn if Jane will see them. [...]

[...] Treat it with kid gloves and you are in the middle of a battle. [...]

10:10 P.M. “He slips it in on me, that’s what he does,” Jane remarked, when I kidded her about saying the session couldn’t be for Dreams. [...]

(2. Last Thursday night, kidding around with Frank Longwell, Jane said I could have all the reincarnational material on my own lives that I wanted, but that she wasn’t interested in her own. [...]

(Then I’m in a house of our friends Lydia and Atlee; many kids and animals. [...]

I see her banging on the table and she’s saying goddammit—she’s having a fight with the father —she’s swearing and kicked out… and there’s kids around. [...]

[...] With them you would want to handle the emotion with kid gloves, precisely because of course you are so sensitive to emotion.

“But reincarnation—and kids forming fragment personalities or whatever as playmates?” I frowned. [...]

“No kidding,” Rob said, as if he knew.

[...] I was kidding.)

[...] I kidded her, also, about “saying the heck with the details,” I remember.)