“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] And most older people avoid seriously considering what nuclear war would really mean for them, out of fear closing their minds to certain aspects of that psychic atmosphere.

[...] You did not know that there was a deeper, older, or richer tradition—a more ancient heritage—to which you belonged, because you found no hint of it in your society. [...]

[...] I finally figured out why that mirror image confronted me with such an unreal quality: All the muscles and planes of my face were super-relaxed and smoothed out, so that the face at once looked both younger and older than its real age. [...]

[...] It may be tinted hair, for he is older than the hair would suggest. [...]

[...] I don’t think I even discussed my confused feelings with my brothers as we grew older. [...]

[...] There are more “coincidences” involved than those Seth described tonight, none of them consciously known to Jane and me before the Sayre adventure: Mr. Markle is in a nursing home but a few miles from where we live in Elmira, and my mother spent her last days in a similar home less than 15 miles away; one of Mr. Markle’s children lives in Elmira, and is connected with a store Jane and I have visited; Mr. Johnson, of the real estate couple that conducted us about in Sayre, did sign painting and truck lettering as a younger man, as I did; he and I had several mutual acquaintances in Sayre, among them an older artist of some reputation — and now deceased — that we had known in our high school days; and so forth.

[...] It involved Bill’s father William [Jane hadn’t known the name of Bill’s father], and an older man with brown hair whom Bill looked upon as being in a position of authority. [...]

(“The cab driver was younger rather than older. But the back of his neck had a peculiar rough and mottled appearance that did make him appear to be older to us when seen from the rear. [...]

[...] I believe the name begins and ends with an A. His age about 62, perhaps older. [...]

[...] He is an older man in his system of reality than Rob is in ours, and while he is engrossed in his painting, this interest is subordinated to his medical work.

[...] He congratulated us on our “twenty-fifth anniversary,” and said jokingly, You will be much older by the time I am through with you. Most of the session was a discussion of ordinary subjective states emphasizing the fact that these could not be pinpointed in a laboratory or understood simply by the use of the ordinary scientific method. [...]

[...] But the joy and vitality that is mine, and I am far older than you are, can be used by you. [...]

[...] She grew up with an aunt and older brother, married at eighteen and worked in a dress or textile plant in Decatur, South Dakota. [...]

[...] The older individual in the left background of the photo, Ezra Havens, figures in the envelope data, also. [...]

[...] For a moment you are aware of a sense of duality as you look at this older self. [...]

[...] At the time Jimmy was quite intrigued because the only playmates J.J. had were his older brothers and sisters, and these were not the people he was describing. [...]

[...] Seth is correct in stating that my father’s older brother, my Uncle Jay, who is also dead, was connected with Ella in this life; he was very protective toward her, and after he died eight years ago his wife continued to watch over Ella.

Rooney even learned to be on terms with another cat; Willy, your older cat, in his way served as mentor.

(Jane began by telling me that “Several of us are much older than you are. [...]

[...] I have said this many times and doubtlessly I will continue to say—when Ruburt’s familiar body is some 40 years older and my voice in comparison to Ruburt’s sounds like quite a young man (shouts)—That my energy should remind you of the energy that is inherent within yourself and that any energy that sweeps through this small frame comes from the same energy that gives you your vitality and strength and that should bring you joy and fulfillment. [...]

[...] With my inner eye I saw the face of an older man, facing to the left in full color. [...]

[...] The older adults began complaining about the rioters with some bitterness, however, until Sue said with some heat: “Well, I’m against violence, too. [...]