“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Thoughts of her birthday at once led her to Mother’s Day and her own mother, Marie. [...] She realized that as a youngster she had loved her mother, and tried hard to do things for her, even when Marie had rejected her efforts say, in buying a nightgown of the “wrong” color.

[...] “We are having difficulty with Ruburt here, for he thinks of Vivian and your mother.” [...] Jane evidently had in mind my mother, and Vivian and Bill Crowder, relatives from Virginia whom we saw this weekend. [...]

[...] At one time she was his mother, and she did this with full inner knowledge. [...]

We are having difficulty with Ruburt here, for he thinks of Vivian and your mother. [...]

[...] But in answer to the second question, Seth cites Jane’s difficulty, and the thought of my mother, her cousin Vivian, and Vivian’s husband Bill. [...]

[...] The cellular structure at that point responds to light, and activates latent abilities in the cellular structure of the mother’s body. [...]

He sees more than you do, or more than his mother does, because he does not yet realize that you only accept certain patterns and reject others. [...]

(I picked up the matchbook in a restaurant, Mother Goldsmith’s in Saratoga Springs, NY. [...]

(The connection between the envelope object and our two visits to Mother Goldsmith’s is strong enough, in that Jane and I ate there both years. [...]

(Possibly the yellow data also grew out of the gold in Nate Goldsmith’s name, which appears on the back of the object, as well as Mother Goldsmith’s name appearing on the front.

[...] The J can refer to Jane, but not the G. The initial G of course shows up on the object itself, twice, in Nate Goldsmith and Mother Goldsmith’s.

He feared his mother prowled the house during darkness—this also accounting for some of the sleep difficulty.

[...] He was made to feel unworthy and unwanted by his mother, and it was the spontaneous self who took the brunt of this. [...]

[...] The unspoken bitterness against his mother built up inside him. [...]

His present mother was a wife to him when he was overly aggressive, and he chose to be born as her son in this existence in order to pay an old debt. [...]

His mother now subconsciously remembers that earlier existence, and his unfeeling attitude as a husband. [...]

His present mother, remembering subconsciously past transgressions of his, now counts upon his impulsive nature and sensitivity to pay him back, this of course representing a mistake on her part, for which she will have to suffer the consequences in still another existence.

[...] Mark made an exceptionally good mother.

[...] You know her in this life as a relative of, I believe a niece of, your mother’s. You will recall that your mother, your present mother, was Dick’s oldest sister during that life.

[...] The relative who is now your mother’s niece contributed to some degree to the unrest in the previous family as it existed in England. [...]

[...] If women feel like mothering their husbands or lovers, if men find themselves occasionally amazed, alternating between feelings of sexual love, paternal affection and even boyish pride, as far as their own wives are concerned, now you can see why these feelings are so natural and inevitable.

If your mother or father found continued life together completely unbearable, which incidentally they do not, then in all likelihood one of their entities would suggest through the inner senses that the relationship be discontinued. [...]

[...] The priests she saw while she was living with her mother hadn’t liked those works, and castigated her for writing them. [...]

[...] She thought the church meant that a woman should be either a nun or a mother.

If you had first read the article of which you have been speaking, and then in a semi-dozing state created your idea of a novel, replete with the characterization of the mother, then you would say that cause and effect were involved.

I do not know how or when the two look-a-like young men met — but in my reverie I thought of the mother in question tracing back connections all the way to her son’s birth at the Elmira hospital. [...]

The story unfolds when the mother uncovers evidence of a mixup in the baby complex at the hospital: She had been given only one of her children, or some such affair; either that, or she had managed to adopt a baby from there. [...]

[...] The first two of the brothers were reunited through a friend (instead of a mother, say) who noticed the resemblance between them. [...]

[...] A warmth that forms the very pulse of physical existence and yet is born from the devotion of our isolation; that is born from the creativity that is beyond flesh and bone, that forms fingers without feeling fingers, that forms seasons without knowing spring, that creates sand without knowing sand or ground, that creates the reality that you know without experiencing it, that forms fathers, sons and daughters and mothers without knowing what fathers and mothers and daughters and sons are, and yet from this devotion, from that creativity comes all that you know. [...]

[...] During those years Marie was in her late 20’s and early 30’s, and already incapacitated by arthritis; and, to quote Seth from a session held in 1964, she had “… often spoken vehemently of Ruburt’s birth being a source of disease, and pain, that is of her arthritis … If Ruburt’s mother had it to do over, she would not have the child — and the child hidden within the adult still feels that the mother actually has the power, even now, to force the child back into the womb and refuse to deliver it …”

[...] While we waited for Seth to come through, she talked about the deaths of her parents.¹ Her father, Delmer, died on November 16, 1971, when he was 68; her mother, Marie, died on May 10, 1972, at the same age.

At one time he did correctly perceive an accident having to do with that Nina’s mother, and recorded it. [...]

[...] The bridge for these was an accident in the past involving Nina’s mother. [...]

[...] Occasionally his mother will call us and bring us up to date on her son’s activities.

He was bothered particularly, you see, because his own mother’s position makes him terrified of being financially dependent, yet the way he chose to make, money at this particular point was precisely the wrong way for him at this time.

[...] This was when the mother identification was at its peak—now long past.

[...] Symbolically Ruburt came to grips with the whole Saratoga problem with his mother and the past.

(Jane dictates:) The old woman was the mother. [...] The knowledge of the mother lingers in the mental genes, and the memory of the flesh still occurs in your physical genes. [...] Another drawing of a woman and a baby also represents you as a young mother with a child.

[...] The woman reminded me of myself, though she was older, much stouter and also unpleasantly reminiscent of my mother.

[...] In terms of intensity alone, both the foot and the hip symptoms were highly charged, representing of course degrees of immobility and withdrawal—learned, you see, from the mother: a memory reaction adopted without conscious thought.

For Ruburt’s benefit, there is indeed no danger of immobility as in his mother’s case.

His personality structure is different, and he has other qualities to counteract against the obsessive tendencies inherited from his mother. [...]

The sexual schism begins when the male child is taught to identify exclusively with the father image, and the female child with the mother image — for here you have a guilt insidiously incorporated into the growth process.

[...] The lack of a “suitable” father or mother image has “saved” more children than it has hurt. [...]

[...] Such situations were overlooked, if not condoned, as long as a priest’s love and devotion still belonged to the Church and were not “squandered” upon the mother of such offspring.

[...] His mother and Ella (his sister) are with him. He has not died in the past because he was still tied to your mother. [...]

His mother is helping him now. [...]

[...] She had a particularly knotty problem and she wanted me to try to contact her deceased mother-in-law. The student had been to only a few classes, and her mother-in-law lived and died in Florida. [...]

[...] My student was convinced that her mother-in-law had expressed herself through me, because I used her gestures and her language—including some pet phrases that were pretty purple.

[...] Besides the mother-in-law episode, there had been a few other upsetting ones involving emotional situations I’d “picked up” from living people. [...]

[...] The boy had been related to his foster mother in another life, and also returned to help her gain needed inner development. [...]

[...] Dramas and stories of all kinds have been written about the inner kind of communication that seems to take place between mother and children, sister and brother, or lover and beloved.

[...] It is easy to say to you that such people could identify, say, with the trees, but an entirely different thing to try to explain what it would be like for a mother to become so a part of the tree underneath which her children played that she could keep track of them from the tree’s viewpoint, though she was herself far away.

[...] Or with the child and the mother about the grandmother, on the mother’s side. Brownish hair as an adult, approximately five, five, and with a love of the color red, even as your own mother. [...]