“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Because of this role, adopted rather early on both of your parts in your married life, and because of his dim, distorted and hidden perception of it, he was vastly astonished at your permissive attitude when our sessions began.

[...] And for the first time since we married 20 years ago [in 1954], Jane has a room to herself for her own writing — if she chooses to use it. [...]

(For the test object I picked a black and white photograph of a dog Jane had owned when I married her. [...]

[...] He got married, and his wife’s name was Sarah too. [...]

It is a superficial concept, as if your individuality, merit and worth, are only activated if you have a strong sex, love or married relationship. [...]

[...] Both of you, however, were highly suspicious of sexuality in connection with your work, and you, Joseph, did feel it a trap, which is why you married late. [...]

[...] Allof you, therefore, that are married and have such relationships must inspire each other regardless of what you all know of the nature of reality. [...]

[...] If you are married, for example, and have no true rapport with your mate, you may instead find a past wife or husband waiting for you.

[...] You might undress in the dark, or think, if you are married, of the sexual act of intercourse as dirty. [...]

[...] At the moment Louie is living with his parents, not being married, and is working in his father’s place of business. [...]

A name with a sound like Gary here or G A or G E R R Y. (This may apply to BT’s married name: Gerrigan or: Gerrighan, etc.)

The usual framework of married life with children was not to be a part of your experience this time, and both of you took pains to see that you did not have children—or mates that wanted them. [...]

[...] As Jane and I were leaving our place to go dancing that evening Leonard called us into his place to meet two friends of his, a man and a woman, not married; we have forgotten their names. [...]

[...] Her married name is Marie Sterrett, of Boynton Beach, Florida.

(The couple, Carol and Fred—not married—related to us a most “far-out” series of events leading to their finding out where we lived. [...]

[...] Stupid.] Apparently I feel that’s why he married me, and what we had in common.

[...] This is why you trust the male qualities in Ruburt; why Richard chose a family in which he married where the males have been dominant, and why Loren chose for a wife a woman with more vitality than he.

[...] He had always determined and said that he would not marry someone who stuck in a house on the corner of Main and such and such a street. [...]

[...] I had not looked at them recently, indeed having begun the collection over ten years ago, before I was married, when I became interested in the subject while doing research for some artwork. [...]

(Peggy’s sister had been married on the Saturday before Peggy and Bill left for Puerto Rico. [...]