“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Her father and mother weren’t there. [...]

[...] Stay away from his mother until I tell you. [...]

[...] Pat enclosed with her letter a list of three questions from a friend, Roger, dealing with mathematical formulae and requesting also that Seth give his mother’s maiden name. [...]

[...] Father Trainor was an Irish Catholic priest who visited Jane and her ill mother regularly, for years, during Jane’s grade and high school days. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s mother, and to a large extent your father, had some similar behavior problems. [...]

Such a mother would attract a consciousness who desired, perhaps, to reexperience childhood but not adulthood, or who might teach the mother lessons sorely needed. [...]

The room in his dream had a circular ceiling which represented, if he will excuse me, the womb of his mother, from which the adult must finally symbolically escape.

His ego would have been in great danger of becoming a rigid prison for his intuitive self, because of the necessary defensive mechanisms it had to adopt against the most difficult and threatening aspects of his mother’s personality.

(Even so, through her school years Jane didn’t particularly talk about her thoughts, or the abilities she sensed within herself — not with her mother, the priests she came to know well [and who didn’t approve in any case if she carried her religious devotion, her mysticism, “too far”], or even with her grandfather. [...]

[...] You are not those selves psychically, however, any more than you are your mother’s or your father’s in physical terms. [...]

[...] My mother... [...]

(Quietly amused:) Now, with that simple explanation, when you know your brothers will visit, you instantly leap to the old beliefs of childhood, when your mother wanted you to set an example—which meant be someone in society, in normal middle-class society, now. [...]

In this life Ruburt chose poverty as a background, a mother who was not physically fit, a broken family. [...]

[...] I will work on this, it is either your mother or an aunt. [...]

For one thing, the adolescent is turning aside from the domination of both mother and father. [...]

[...] When in a few moments his mother returned he tried to explain why he cried, for she had heard the first cries, and he stuttered.

Now, I have been both a mother and a father many times and so I understand your problem but the fact is this. [...]

[...] Your children are not you, yet once they were contained within the mother’s womb. [...]

[...] However, there was a deep sense of bewilderment upon Ruburt’s part with his friend, who is a mother, since neither of them as adolescents considered motherhood as a part of their personal futures.

[...] Your mother was a very heavy-handed father to you in that existence. [...]