“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

You may have a dangerous drug or alcohol problem, or you may be married to someone who does. [...]

(Jane, as Seth, again pointed to Lillian.) His daughter then marrying a man called Lines, a merchant. [...]

[...] Miranda Charbeau, from a French side of the family, who married into an English branch, into the Franklin Bacon family of Boston. [...]

[...] Otherwise you would not have married.

[...] One purpose was met, then, when you married Ruburt. [...]

[...] In one reality, for example, Joseph’s mother married Mr. Markle. [...] In that reality Joseph did not marry Ruburt. [...]

(Jane, as Seth, again pointed to Lydia.) His daughter then marrying a man called Lines, a merchant. [...]

[...] Miranda Charbeau, from a French side of the family, who married into an English branch, into the Franklin Bacon family of Boston.

[...] Not very elaborate: I’d dreamed that I’d been visiting some friends, a married couple, I believe, and that they had a number of cats of their own in the place. [...]

(We had unannounced visitors at supper time tonight—a young couple from Virginia who had just married; talking with them delayed other activities, and probably led to the later start of the session.)

[...] After Jane and I married a few years later we occasionally visited her father in various parts of the country — but still, we hadn’t seen him for several years before his death. [...]

(Shirley said this described her husband who has married again. [...]

(Sally said this described her husband who has married again. [...]

[...] Surely Jane’s life shows this, and in ways that neither of us were even remotely aware of consciously when we married 42 years ago.

[...] (Pause.) She married a man whom you also have known in this existence. [...]

[...] I painted it in Florida in 1954, before Jane and I were married. [...]

[...] Jane and I had been married for four years. [...]

[...] In some she married but not the man you know as your father. [...]

[...] That had been shortly after we married, in 1954. [...]

[...] She is a nurse, has married a doctor from Turkey, and is spending a few months in this country before joining him in Turkey. Sonja has always been attached to a portrait I had painted before Jane and I were married, and at various times had urged me to sell it to her. [...]

[...] In the recognized reality shared by the Butts family there had been no intimate contact between Joseph’s mother and Mr. Markle (as I’ll call him). Joseph’s mother had been greatly struck by the man, however, and was convinced that she could have married him instead of the husband she had chosen. [...]

(10:12.) Instead you have a rich interweaving of probabilities; for in one probability the two were indeed married, and that Stella [Butts] saw the house go to the eldest son (myself). In this probability, this Joseph instead comes upon the house of a relative stranger, finds it for sale, and can or cannot purchase it according to the new set of probabilities then emerging. [...]

[...] I was momentarily confused — for my art teacher in high school in Sayre, Pennsylvania had been Helen Bowman, until she married later in life and became Helen Bowman Park. [...]

[...] Before Jane and I married, on December 27, 1954, she told me I’d have to take her dog, too.)