“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] There was an afternoon in this life between 4 and 5 years old, and this child visited with her parents. [...]

(“Unpleasant episodes remind Ruburt of your parents. [...] Without going into detail here we can say that four refers both to the time of the funeral services, and an idea involving Jane and me and my parents, in connection with the funeral, that wasn’t carried out.

Unpleasant episodes remind Ruburt of your parents. [...]

[...] The calls, most of them long distance, involved my parents and my brother and his family, and concerned topics like transportation, expenses, times, etc. [...]

[...] In a certain fashion, they are your parents more than your parents were, and when you express their realities, they are also expressing yours. [...]

[...] He turned children into informers against their own parents. [...]

[...] In Nazi eyes, Aryans were the non-Jewish, Caucasian, “Nordic” descendants of the prehistoric peoples who originally spoke the hypothetical parent language of the Indo-European language family. [...]

(“I’ve become quite mad at my parents in the last year or two.”)

(“Did you hear me earlier, when I said I’d been mad at my parents for some time now?”)

[...] The point is, if you see yourself as financially independent and of abundant means, this will come to pass and regardless of your parents. [...]

[...] In each life you choose and create your own settings or environments; and in this one you chose your parents and whatever childhood incidents that came within your experience. [...]

[...] One part of your lives is over, with the death of both of your parents. [...]

[...] It came about because we’d been discussing our deceased parents and probabilities, in connection with the first two sessions [679–80] of “Unknown” Reality. [...] The night before last, then, I told Jane about my idea of asking Seth to comment upon early photographs of her parents, Marie and Delmer,¹ to see what would develop in the material.

(I did not write it down earlier, but we thought Seth had referred to the home of my parents and the house next door. The connection is far-out: My brother, father of the Protestant bride who married a Catholic, was at my parents’ home Sunday; the people who live next door are Catholic.

[...] We visited him last Sunday at my parents’ home, in Sayre, PA, and he had expected to have the color prints with him; however they had not arrived from the processor yet, to our disappointment and his.

[...] The parents of the girl and the groom, mentioned in the announcement.

[...] Such attitudes are unfortunately sometimes fostered by parents, schools, and religions. [...]

[...] There was an afternoon in this life between 4 and 5 years old, and this child visited with her parents. [...]

[...] Sue took the manuscript for Conversations with her when she went to Florida for the month with her son and parents. [...]

[...] I remember very well doing that on certain occasions—usually to avoid some school activity—and that even then I was surprised because my parents didn’t catch on to what I was up to. [...]

[...] Those of you who have parents living see them daily grow older, and the scorn of youth turns to the compassion that comes with years, and the bravado changes to understanding. [...]

You are teaching yourselves the value of consciousness and vitality and strength and life, by pretending to yourselves that death is death and that your consciousness will not continue and that your parents who die are forever still, by pretending that the voices you have heard in childhood will be heard no more. [...]

[...] They were probably my parents’ closest friends in Mansfield, and the Jupenlasz girls, Matilda and Gertrude, used to baby-sit for Loren and me. [...] In vivid memory is a picture of her attempting to get out of the family car in front of 704 N. Wilbur Avenue, in Sayre, after Fred had driven the family over to see my parents for a visit—probably on a Sunday.

[...] Who so not have parents, who do not have sisters or brothers who understand an isolation that is bleak and cold even if it is of their own making. [...]

([Mark:] “We all have responsibilites such as aging parents that we take care of.”)

Now do not bring me down in this particular subject to specifics this evening because you can help aged parents out of a feeling of vengeance and be very glad that you are strong and they are weak and take great unholy pride over the idea that you are finally stronger than they are. [...]

[...] There are influences working and she could cause you to return when you do not want to through influencing your parent. [...]

[...] It certainly seemed that parents were feeding the young.)

[...] A small segment this evening on television gave you a picture of the confused activity that can take place in exaggerated situations—the segment dealing with the abused children, for there you have parents reacting in the worst possible way to the religious dictums as interpreted by “Sinful Selves.” [...]

The symptoms occurring much less frequently now in the middle of the night refer back to preadolescent fears of immobility because of the parent. [...]

If he had awakened you, or if he would, the comfort of your presence would largely dissipate the symptoms, for it is the fear of being alone and immobile, you see, that is to him at such times, because of the parent, terrifying. [...]

Children of either sex identify quite naturally with both parents, and any enforced method of exclusively directing the child to such a single identification is limiting. Under such conditions, feelings of guilt immediately begin to arise whenever such a child feels natural affiliations toward the other parent.

[...] You may think of yourself as primarily a parent, or mainly in terms of your job or profession. [...]