“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

This analogy is not a very good one however, since the child does eventually leave the parent, but it is a true one because the inner self does indeed leave the physical image with which the ego is so concerned, when it passes beyond the physical field.

(The head and silhouette mentioned here reminded Jane that one of the projects she and Nancy planned for the nursery school class involved the students making silhouette drawings of their heads, as Christmas gifts for their respective parents. [...]

I did suggest that for the present you trust Ruburt’s intuitions in the matter of your parents while you caught up with the technique of dissociation. [...]

[...] In writing about my parents, I discovered that I wrote about my own childhood. [...]

[...] In accidental ways that would be quite humorous if they weren’t so personal, we’ve also learned what negative ideas others can have about us: A person will inadvertently reveal to us, during a conversation, or in a letter or over the telephone, the unflattering opinions his or her mate, or parents, or friends, really have of Jane and me and the work we’re engaged in with the Seth material.

[...] You think “I cannot be a good parent and a sexual partner to my mate at the same time.” [...]

(To me, later in the session and with much humor:) You had no problems with parents in the past — and, my dear Yo-Yo, you were an excellent father to me at one time, and if I may say so, at one time I was an excellent father to you. [...]

[...] I know that I have hated one parent or another. [...]

Ruburt provided himself with a background in which a parent (Jane’s mother) was steadily, chronically ill,³² and in which the medical profession with its beliefs was in constant sight. [...]

[...] The world in which your parents live existed first in thought. [...]

[...] Vivian and Bill, from Virginia, visited my parents last weekend, and Jane and I saw much of them.

(“The remark about objects—did that concern my parents’ house?”)

[...] There are many numbers on both sides of the object and its parent page, 11 and 12, since the page features sales of bedding, blankets, sheets, cases, etc., all by size and color and dimension. [...]

[...] My bedroom window was only about 15 feet away from my parents’ apt. [...]

Why do some children die young—particularly gifted children with devoted parents? [...]

[...] Replying to all of those who have asked: So far I haven’t had the time to do more than short essays on art, Seth, the fairly recent deaths of my parents, and a few other topics for Through My Eyes. Certainly I won’t be able to work steadily on the project until Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality is ready for publication.

[...] I think I know my own parents better now than I did when they were ‘living.’ I understand so much more about them now, and with compassion see and feel their strivings and hopes, loves and successes and failures in ways I was not consciously aware of before. [...]

[...] We seem to come from darkness, taking our parents’ memories on faith for proof that there was time before our birth. [...]