“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

His mother’s scorn told him this was a part of a bad blood heritage, an inevitable part of his condition. Ruburt felt that his mother only liked him because of his writing. [...]

[...] Jane heard her mother’s deprecating, scathing voice, quoted it to me, and said she felt quite uneasy. [...]

[...] Verbal humiliation was easiest to bear, but his mother would immediately show all kinds of extremely serious symptoms, for which Ruburt would be adamantly blamed.

His mother would pretend suicide just to punish him. [...]

The mother must change her own feeling of hopelessness, for this in itself becomes an added burden to the situation.

The expectations must rise on the mother’s part; the inner expectations. [...]

There were connections in past lives that united mother and son, of which they are both unconsciously aware. [...]

Your mother sat in the dream before a higher bar, symbolizing your own inner conviction, based on early rather puritanical bases, that your mother and her actions should be judged, and a child’s natural but unfortunate vindictiveness: “She who has hurt me, particularly if my mother and a female, shall meet justice.” [...]

[...] Because of the originating area of the dream, you chose the Potter lad’s mother, and she was the connecting image from one area to another. [...]

[...] In the dream the lad’s present mother is seen to comfort you, this being a way to relieve the past uneasiness that at a certain subconscious area still lingers. [...]

[...] On the childlike area of the subconscious you believe your mother mainly responsible for family difficulties. [...]

Not dictation: all of this should help you understand your own experience involving your father—and the later one with your mother, and Ruburt’s with Teresa; for your mother was sending out strands of consciousness in the directions that interest her.

[...] He felt trapped by them, having to help them, as he felt trapped by his own mother.

When he felt trapped he adopted those symptoms, though to a much lesser degree, that his mother had when she was trapped. [...]

[...] Your mother, for example, is quite aware that Ruburt has in his own way grown to cherish her.

Ruburt’s father is with his mother from this life. [...]

[...] He had not lived up to your mother’s plans for him, and would now obviously not do so.

Emotionally you saw this as the death of your mother’s hopes, and felt on the one hand that it was up to you now, so that this reactivated older feelings from the past that you had pretty well handled.

Other portions are afraid to leave because of the feelings concerning your mother, mentioned earlier. [...]

You used up an unwarranted amount of energy at your mother’s. Symbolically you did not like to put on the storm windows, feeling that perhaps it would be the last time that you did so, and that you were sealing up the house. [...]

(Sunday, September 28, Jane and I and my mother visited Father at the county home. [...]

[...] 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. [...]

For the bed reinforced the mother image for him. [...] The poor eyesight and the sinus are both, on a much limited scale, adaptations of his mother’s more frightening and more successful efforts to close out portions of reality.

[...] A connection with your mother, in that you feel that she never considered your father a true, straight man because he did not do well financially.

The back problem was particularly easy for Ruburt to pick up, because of his mother and the arthritis, and because of this Father Ryan, whose back was injured. [...]

[...] He feared he was being taken care of as his mother was; and that you must resent it symbolically, as he resented it, taking care of her, and therefore the bed difficulty.

[...] I should add here that the 105th session dealt with the death of Jane’s mother, as well as Jane living to an advanced age. The mother’s death has not yet occurred, Seth saying that the information was by way of allowing Jane to prepareherself for the shock of her mother’s death. The subject had been brought up by severalvivid dreams and psychological time experiences Jane had had concerning her mother. While giving this 105th session, Seth had also had trouble getting the information through, ascribing the difficulty to Jane’s ego. [...]

[...] Her parents had divorced when she was two years old, and since her mother did not remarry Jane grew up without a father.² Jane and “Del” met again, briefly, when she became 21 years old in 1950. [...] Yet now it seemed that even beneath that scattered performance Jane’s psyche had felt stronger ties of some kind — at least with Del, if not with her mother — than either of us had suspected; that at least some part of her had sensed a sort of biological or creature loss upon the death of a blood relative. [...]

Besides the physical relationships that each of you know, therefore, you have other brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, on a psychic level; and to that degree, you are not alone. [...]

[...] It became heavy like Ruburt’s mother, but no longer threatening. [...] If Ruburt’s mother had been unable to bear a child, then Ruburt would have had a different mother and a different background, granting that Ruburt had come alive.

Ruburt was somewhat afraid of the cat, considering him wild and caged originally, as his own mother had been in his interpretation. Ruburt therefore felt obligated to help Rooney, who did not really have any love for him — just as in his earlier years he [Jane] had felt obligated to help his mother.

Ruburt’s mother was very much afraid of cats, particularly black ones. [...] The cat was not a passive receptor, however, and also learned from his encounters with your neighbor downstairs (who also has a cat). Many of Ruburt’s feelings about his mother are buried in Rooney’s grave. [...]

With the death of Ruburt’s mother last year, Rooney’s purpose was fulfilled for Ruburt. Rooney even did a final service, for through his death Ruburt faced the nature of pain and creaturehood that his mother’s life had so frightened him of.

[...] (Jane didn’t see her father again—he came from a broken home himself—until she was 21.) By the time Jane was three years old, her mother was having serious problems with rheumatoid arthritis. Indeed, the daughter has only one conscious memory of seeing her mother on her feet. [...]

[...] Mother and child were supported by welfare, and assisted over the years by a series of itinerant housekeepers—a number of these were prostitutes who, according to Jane, were periodically thrown out of “work” when town officials would shut down the “houses,” try to clean up gambling, and so forth. [...] Her mother died in 1972, at the same age; Jane, who hadn’t seen Marie for a number of years, did not attend the funeral. [...]

[...] Yet except for her mother’s case there’s no history of arthritis in Jane’s family, outside of a “routine” trace of rheumatism in a couple of grandparents. [...]

[...] Out of many possibilities, the daughter’s conditioning was psychically chosen and accepted, and through that focus she meant to interact with the mother’s behavior. [...]

(Saturday morning, April 25: When we went to bed, Jane dreamed about her mother and about writing about her life with Walt. She has an unpleasant experience involving her mother as we got into bed, but I reassured her and she slept well. [...]

[...] It involved the death of her mother’s housekeeper, Mary, and the blame Jane’s mother placed for this upon the daughter. [...]

[...] If memory serves, Seth said a long time ago that Jane did not have arthritis, but for her own reasons was mimicking her mother’s disease. [...]

“I feel inferior because my mother hated me,” or, “I feel unworthy because I was scrawny and small as a child.” [...] It is up to you as an adult to get on top of your beliefs, to realize that a mother who hates her child is already in difficulties, and that such a hate says far more about the mother than it does about her offspring. [...]

(Pause at 10:48.) A young mother may believe that her child is even more important than her husband, and according to the circumstances this belief may help her pay the necessary attention to the child — but if the concept is held as the child grows older, then this can also become highly restrictive. [...]

[...] If your mother hated you, you may have used that to assert independence, to give you an excuse or a pathway; but in all cases you form your own reality, and so you agreed to it.

5. This “margin of safety” between my mother and me is beautifully illustrated in my dream of two nights ago. And as if to further reassure my conscious mind, I saw my mother with people who were still “living”; this has been the case in other recent dream experiences I’ve had with her. Here’s the relevant portion of the description I wrote for Through My Eyes: “Then I saw my mother [Stella] between my brother Linden and his wife, all separated each from the other a little bit, all walking obliquely toward me across a featureless plain. [...] My mother didn’t speak to me or look directly at me; like the others, she faced just past my left shoulder.

(3. “It would be nice if Seth would say something about the dream I had the night before last, in which I think I contacted my [deceased] mother for the second time.” [...] I enjoy working on the project, and have had particularly strong urges to do so since the death of my mother three months ago. [...]

[...] You are of course making contact with your mother. [...]

You have the assurance that your mother continues to exist. [...]

Now there is a connection here with mothers: some of this, though she is not present, connected with your mother. If your mother thinks Ruburt is more successful than you, then obviously she can see that Ruburt is paying for it. [...]

A side point here, but with some reference: his mother always told him that he would destroy those he loved, and he feared that any success of his might show you up if you had not achieved your own. [...]

While you were
sleeping,
all the cupboards
of the earth
were filled.
Mother Earth
sought out each
need.

While you were
weeping,
your tears fell
as sweet rain
drops on small
parched hills
that rise in worlds
you cannot see,
though you are known
there.

While you were
sleeping,
Mother Earth
filled all the
cupboards of your
flesh
to overflowing.
Not one atom went
uncomforted
in worlds that
are yours,
but beyond your
knowing.

[...] (While we were in Sayre; Jane was doing the washing; mother was cooking dinner, etc.) He remembered you and the pendulum, and having none there instead allowed submerged feelings up. [...] Sundays were the days he could not escape his mother. [...]

Fifteen years of that at one end of the scale, he thought, and ten or fifteen in the middle with your mother on Sundays. [...] If he thought she had been a great mother to you then your Jane’s feelings would not be so strong.

Your mother realizes when she is pulling emotional blackmail on you, and recognizes when you come, willingly or unwillingly. [...]

Your mother is quite shrewd however, and has grown these years. [...]

[...] This is the Irish grandmother, the mother, and the neighborhood shouting: Jane, do not run. [...]

[...] This has something to do with the mother’s talking to the child about the father. [...]

[...] The irony of course is carefully chosen— that he choose those symptoms that reminds him of his mother. [...]

[...] Vivian, Mrs. Crowder, is my mother’s niece.)

Your father used hay fever as a symptom of helplessness, and as a demand for the attention that he did not get, even then, from your mother. [...] Your mother could not be bothered.

[...] You cried, and you clearly heard Emma Martin tell your mother that she should not go to you, and then you would be quiet.

She did not comfort him as his mother had. [...]

[...] Your mother treated you as hers exclusively. [...]