“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] There was also some material on my mother.... [...]

Some of your feelings of jealousy, some (underlined) come from your knowledge of your mother’s feelings. [...]

[...] Conditions in his own past prepared him for this docility, for which indeed his mother ridiculed him frequently; and yet the symptoms themselves, you see, were a way to fight you. [...]

This is the result of his intimate knowledge of what it is to be so hurt, connected with the mother experience. [...]

[...] Your mother’s emotionalism frightened you so that you distrusted strong feeling, even while you must use it, and be vividly aware of it in order to paint.

[...] Your mother felt literally trapped by physical life and circumstances. [...]

[...] In the back of your mind you thought of your mother and father, imprisoned in their house. [...]

[...] Your mother had much to do with this and so did his own mother.

[...] You cannot allow these things to inhibit your spirit, but your mother cannot understand a man who does not have what she considers the ordinary social responsibilities.

[...] If you can understand this you will see his natural desire to supersede you in the affections of your mother. [...]

[...] Outside of your mother who left her mark very strongly on you, you have been the dominant active psychic member of your family, exerting very strong influence on all.

During this time also Jane’s mother, Marie, lost her home in Saratoga Springs, NY, and was placed in a state-run nursing home in nearby Middle Grove. Through the mail mother and daughter patched up their volatile relationship enough to begin exchanging letters fairly regularly. [...] Jane sent her mother nightwear and stationery and other small useful presents. [...] Seth suggested that Jane not wear them in any case because of the roiled emotions that had existed between the two almost from Jane’s birth; gifts from the mother could still carry those feelings. Mother and daughter were to never meet again: Marie died shortly before 1975. [...]

[...] Marie’s mother, Mary Finn, called Minnie, lived with the family and often served as Jane’s nanny. Jane was a second child following her mother’s earlier miscarriage. [...] Jane and I came to believe that it was hardly accidental that her mother quickly became bedridden—for life—following the departure of her husband. [...] The young Jane spent almost two years in a Catholic orphanage for women while her mother was hospitalized. [...]

[...] The connections involving her mother’s bedridden condition and her tempestuous temper, including her suicide attempts, both faked and real, troubles with a succession of housekeepers, the lack of a father, the almost two years she spent in a Catholic orphanage while Marie was hospitalized, the death of her beloved grandfather, the whole strained atmosphere within which the gifted and impressionable child was growing, as well as her conflicts with church dogma and personalities, had, all together, powerful effects indeed. [...] Jane took me to meet her mother in the old double house on Middle Avenue three times. [...]

[...] I saw him once several years later when he visited his mother. [...] His mother Margaret retired to Florida after the death of her husband Joe. [...]

[...] Most likely this was my interpretation of her giving birth to the child; she was supposed to have a Caesarean section but didn’t and was in labor 25 hours; a woman is described here, gray hair, buck teeth, yellow teeth—this, Barb says, is a description of the man’s mother—she wanted him to marry Barb: teeth not really buck but protuberant and yellowed; also gray hair. [...]

[...] This feeling stems from my mother, who “must always be up and at it,” Seth said, and also from my Aunt Alice, who used to be a missionary, and whom I have met but once or twice. [...]

(My mother lives with my brother and his family in a small community in upstate New York, near Rochester, and Jane and I had spent the weekend visiting one and all. [...]

[...] But on the other hand the mother was early frightened by the idea of a vital male baby, who might be overly rambunctious and difficult to control. [...]

[...] The mother wanted the child to stay still, was worried lest it fall. [...]

[...] He has little use for it, or for people who cry, because of his mother’s crying spells. [...]

He felt emotional displays on his part would make you cast him in the same light as your mother. [...]

Your mother looked up to him because he made money. [...] Your early financial success also pleased your mother, and she felt that you had fallen from a high estate, not having lived long enough to see your financial gains. [...]

[...] To some extent, the affair of Crowder’s death made you look at yourself through what you thought were your mother’s eyes. [...]

[...] Your mother would say “posh.” [...]

When you were a boy and went off by yourself to draw, your mother often acted rejected. [...]

Now Ruburt used his poetry also to exert independence from his mother—which implied, he thought, a certain kind of rejection of Marie. [...]

[...] You fear that that person will feel the same rejection that it seems to you your mothers felt.

[...] You resented your mother’s frequent house cleaning for several reasons. [...]

The desire to father or mother a child is a materialization of the desire for fulfillment—one of many that happens to be predominant within physical reality. [...]

[...] Your mother was in the background here. [...]

[...] Your mother, incidentally, has largely given up focusing upon your artistic career in any way. [...]

[...] There are other connections with this life, in which Ruburt chose a woman for his mother who was helpless. [...]

Now the woman who was his mother this time had a connection with another leader—I am trying not to get distortions in here; you may have to check some of this later—I believe Charlemagne, and Ruburt slew him in battle, after he was first crippled. [...]

The mother had been particularly given to the mutilation of prisoners, and hence chose the physical condition finally—not, now, as punishment, but to understand the experience—and to develop abilities under those conditions.

Doctors had terrified me as a child, when my mother was already bedridden with arthritis, and when I was diagnosed as having an overactive thyroid gland—an affliction that could lead, so my mother told me, to insanity and death. [...]

(Yesterday evening after supper I received two pages of material from my deceased mother—accomplished by my familiar thrilling sensations, similar to my reaction to the Jack Wall data in the dream notebook. [...]

One note: your encounter with your mother was, as you know, quite valid. [...]

Three of the children will attain some prominence, for which the psychological loss of the mother under the given conditions will be responsible. Subconsciously the mother also knew this. [...]

[...] Jane’s mother and a Christmas present also entered the test data, for reasons we do understand; here Seth tells us that Ruburt thinks of the package that his mother sent him.

[...] Ruburt thinks of the package that his mother sent him, containing a sweater, and the stamp on the package.

(The rest of the test data applies to the Christmas package Jane’s mother sent her early this week. [...]

[...] (Lizzie and her mother shared the two-family Saratoga, NY home with Jane and her mother.)