“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] and they killed the children ...400 children one afternoon ...400 children in one day, and that baby was one of them. [...]

[...] Later he felt that she would either commit suicide or kill them both while he slept, and he feared the night. [...]

[...] And what about children who die young, or servicemen killed in war? [...]

These impressions also included some statements concerning the origin of the disease that killed Peter. [...]

[...] Why couldn’t she have been just sickly for three lives, say, instead of being struck down with such a killing disease in this one?

Onchocerciasis doesn’t kill, and the percentage of victims who lose their sight varies according to location. [...]

[...] The birds you killed... [...]

Give us a moment … In the body certain cells “kill” others, and in so doing the body’s living integrity is maintained. [...] In the exterior world certain animals “kill” others. [...]

[...] He studied dead tissue to discover the nature of the disease that killed it. [...]

Tell Ruburt he is in no way responsible for killing his grandmother or the housekeeper.

[...] And when you think you kill, you kill nothing. [...]

(Smile:) I am quite aware of the distorted religious connections made here: Die to yourself and you will be reborn; you will not kill yourself. [...]

Under enforced annihilation, there is a frantic attempt at reorganization as the inner self tries to “send up” alternate egos to handle the situation — and in those terms, the more egos you kill the more will emerge.

[...] Too much nourishment will not kill it. [...]

[...] You have in your history then a male god of power and vengeance, who killed your enemies for you. [...]

[...] He was afraid of his own thoughts as a child, believing that thoughts could kill. [...]

[...] You have in your history then a male god of power and vengeance, who killed your enemies for you. [...]

[...] Again: To kill for the sake of peace only makes you better killers, and nothing will change that. [...]

(“In what year was she killed? [...]

“When you kill a man, you believe that you kill him forever. [...]

[...] I remember his last years were tragic ones; he killed a woman while driving, and became an alcoholic. [...]

[...] You cannot, for instance, kill the tree that may be depicted in the picture.

[...] Callista’s husband Buff was killed in a car accident in southern Pennsylvania a few months ago; Jane had a vivid dream giving many details of this event the evening before it happened, although we hadn’t seen the Buffalins for some time previously. [...]