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[...] But when I looked outside, I saw a rundown row of apartments next door, and in the first doorway stood a young mother in ragged clothing, with several ragged children sitting on the steps, staring at me. [...]

[...] This was an existence in which you were the mother of five, as I have told you. [...]

[...] You say that of course you wanted to know the truth—but the pendulum responded to the part of you that was afraid, by trying to soothe your fears, as for example a mother might say “No, do not worry, everything will be all right,” while on the other hand she might be making rapid calculations as to what should be done, but first she will soothe the child.

[...] She said as far as she knew her grandfather and grandmother and others were buried in Saratoga, though we aren’t sure about her mother. [...]

Seth also discussed Jane’s persistent psychological abuse and mistreatment by her mother, Marie, over the years, and the young girl’s resultant deep fear of abandonment. [...]

During her early years Jane had naturally and deeply loved her mother, and tried in every way a child could to please her—yet she became ashamed at the treatment she was receiving from Marie, and for the most part kept it a secret while growing up; we’d been married for some years before I really began to understand the depth of her feelings on that score. [...]

[...] NOW as I write some old dumb stuff comes emotionally to mind—my mother saying that I’d destroy those I loved or some such nonsense. [...]

[...] Earlier in the opening notes for this session, I referred to the poor relationship between Jane and her mother, Marie.

[...] Jane said the question brought her mother to her mind; Seth however did not want to give her mother’s name, which is Marie Roberts, or those initials; and Jane did not do so. [...]

[...] It was mailed to Jane and me on August 11,1966 by my mother, but was not used as envelope object.)

[...] It was mailed to Jane and me on August 11,1966 by my mother, but was not used as envelope object.)

[...] Some of you have been mothers but not fathers, or fathers but not mothers. [...]

[...] It concerns Ruburt’s mother, and her own intensity of reaction.”)

[...] Through an arrangement with my mother, Stella Butts, Miss Bowman loaned me the money to attend commercial art school in New York City from 1939 to 1941. [...]

[...] His mother was not medically neglected. [...]

Unconsciously you feel that because you are the oldest son you should be the money-maker, in your mother’s eyes; but she never considered painting as such as financially rewarding. [...]

The mother could not consciously control the bodily processes that lead to birth. [...]

[...] Polly identified the people as a former husband and his mother, but denied having a child, though she said that a girl friend delivered an illegitimate daughter that same year.

[...] The priestess, the mother, the young witch, the wife, and the old wise woman — these general types are archetypes, simply because they are “root elements” representing, symbolically, the various kinds of so-called female qualities and the various kinds of female lives that have been lived by males.

[...] There were family pictures in an old album showing him proudly standing next to one when he was courting Rob’s mother. [...]

In March of 1968, for example, I received a letter in which my mother told me that Mike Myers, an old friend, was dead, and that his widow was very upset. [...]

9. Nine months ago, in February 1974, Seth mentioned the few tentative contacts I’d evidently made with my deceased mother through dreams; see the 683rd session after 11:30, then see my account of one such dream in Note 5 for that session. Two months later, in the 693rd session, Seth described how I reacted (on a cellular, or “unconscious” level) to communications from my mother as Jane and I considered buying a certain house in my childhood neighborhood in Sayre, Pennsylvania. So far, Jane has nothing to report about meetings of any kind with her late mother or father. [...]

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

[...] And I chose my mother, who turned out crippled, for similar reasons, I guess. [...]

[...] I would like to make it plain that your mother literally prods your father enough to keep him from withdrawing completely, and he has much to thank her for regardless of their differences.

[...] Ruburt’s own attitude toward his mother has also become less rigid, largely as a result of our sessions. [...]