“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Since your mother pushed your father to make money, then to make money yourself seems an added betrayal toward your father, and seems to ally you with your mother, of whose emotionalism you were always frightened. [...]

[...] The doctor being hardly of the professional caliber, but your mother’s 12-year-old niece. [...]

[...] The second girl at that time was a brother of yours, and the third girl whom you have not yet met, was either your mother or your wife—I am not clear on this point.

Mother.

[...] In it my mother discusses the visit Jane and I were due to make to my parents on Sunday, December 5th. [...] My mother then canceled this visit of ours by telephone, and Jane and I then journeyed to visit my parents in Sayre, PA, on the following Sunday, December 12. [...]

[...] For the test object I used the front of an envelope addressed to Jane and me by my mother. [...]

[...] It is of the front of an envelope addressed to Jane and me by my mother on December 1. The letter contained in this envelope figures in the test results, and will be kept on file with the envelope. [...]

(“Something that two people know, and two other people do not know,” is good, since my mother’s letter specifically concerned such a situation. [...]

[...] You recognize the same mother. [...]

[...] All of you did not have the same parents, for example, and there are portions of probable situations existing in your own parents’ separate lives. [To Rob:] In two probable realities, your mother did not have children. [...]

[...] As an analogy, this would be as if you lived, say, the life of a rich man of great talent, the life of a poor man and the life of a mother and career woman. [...]

[...] A mother might say: “You don’t need to have a temperature in order to avoid school, or as a way of getting love and attention, for I love you in any case. [...]

Many people believe that birth, to the contrary, is a time of trauma, or even of rage, as the infant leaves its mother’s womb. [...]

(My brother William, who lives in Rochester, New York, is driving down to take mother back home with him for a week or two, on November 9. We received a letter from him to this effect yesterday. At first the date had been November 2. The idea of mother spending some time with Dick is not new of course, and this particular visit, postponed several times because of a bus strike, has been in the wind for a long time.)

[...] Mother.

[...] For one reason, you identified your painting creative self with your father, and you felt that he had had to protect his creative self in the household from your mother. [...]

[...] And if the consciousness picks a mother who wants to abort, then the consciousness is only here for a short trip. [...] And it picks a mother that wants to carry a child all the way.

[...] There were many questions he asked himself about his mother’s condition in particular (Marie is a bedridden arthritic), and about such situations in general, and he did indeed allow himself to go along on one level to provide an extraordinary impetus that he felt would be needed to conquer such extraordinary conditions.

[...] There is a connection of course with his mother’s reaction, simply a habit pattern where she would tell Ruburt she loved him, and then in Ruburt’s eyes be cruel.

New paragraph: When racial conditions require it, it is quite possible for an individual to both father and mother a child.^* In such cases, what you would call complete spontaneous sexual reverses or transformations would occur. [...]

A few old hangovers, simply to be aired so they do not remain underground—this is old material—but Ruburt’s mother used to tell him that he destroyed everything he touched. [...]

[...] Ruburt thinks there of your mother.

[...] The sweater is one handmade by her mother, who is an invalid. [...]

[...] Ruburt thinks there of your mother.” [...]

The Kennedy material was not distorted in these sessions, though some parts of the Oswald material had small unimportant distortions due to Ruburt’s tendency to compare Oswald’s mother with his own present mother. [...]

[...] Ruburt, with a different appearance and with different personal background, particularly involving his mother, has been fearful of displaying characteristics that he would consider emotional because the emotional is such a part of his personality, and there has been a distrust here of the strong parts of his personality.

(11:31.) The feeling of hopelessness resulted when he felt that perhaps he could not alter the pattern, that he had made his bed, as his mother used to say, and he must lie in it. A quite literal remark that was when his mother made it, for that is what she did.

[...] The exception is my brother Bill, who looked at the questions briefly last week on a trip through Elmira, from Rochester, where he lives, to Sayre, Pennsylvania, where our mother lives. [...]

(Jane doesn’t know what Bainbridge means, whether it is Roger’s mother’s maiden name, a place, or what. [...]

This is somewhat like drugging a child about to be born as a side effect of drugging the mother to make the birth easier, you see. [...]

[...] A mother might say, “Don’t run, or you will fall down,” or “Don’t talk so much, or people will not like you.” [...]