“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I reminded myself often of the physician within etc; and “talked” to the “divine parent of my being”—and tried to keep my spirits up though now and then I’d really get scared. [...]

[...] Eyes felt softer, etc., Then we went to take Billy to the vet’s; on the way my eyes did funny things; odd sensations involving balance I think—both of these in the car; I asked for help from “divine parent of my being,” and repeated the suggestions Seth gave me; trying not to be worried. [...]

New sentence: For example, many of the young believe at one time or another that their parents are omnipotent — a very handy belief that gives children a sense of security. Grown into adolescent years, the same offspring are then shocked to discover their parents to be quite human and fallible, and another conviction often takes over: a belief in the inadequacy and inferiority of the older generations, and in the rigidity and callousness of those who run the world.

(10:39.) If at the age of forty you still believe in the infallibility of your parents, then you hold that idea way beyond its advantageous state for you. [...]

(Long pause.) You all have physical parents. Some of you have physical children as well—but you will all “one day” also be the mental parents of dream children who also waken in a new world, and look about them for the first time, feeling isolated and frightened and triumphant all at once. [...]

[...] My parents had known him for years. [...]

All your parents frightened him, for he saw them as he saw his own father. [...]

[...] He could not differentiate, and feared his spontaneous self the more, and he saw you fear your parents’ behavior.

He identified strongly with both of your parents, for each of them seemed to signify the warring aspects of himself. [...]

The parents have worked to give their children such advantages, and the parents themselves are somewhat confused by their children’s attitudes. [...] Many of the parents believed, quite simply, that the purpose of life was to make more money. [...]

“In vivid color: I lived in my parents’ house at 704 North Wilbur Avenue, in Sayre, Pennsylvania. [...] That the house had long been sold, that my parents had died in the early 1970s, and that Jane and I had been married for 26 years and lived in Elmira, New York, were irrelevant in the dream. Jane and my parents were not in it, nor were any members of the Brenner family.

“Years ago, after my brothers and I had left 704 to follow our own life paths, the Brenner family had built a house next door to our parents’ place. [...]

[...] He and his wife and my parents had been friends. [...]

(For some data on my parents and our family group, see the following sessions: 17, 18, 21, 27, 53, 93, 94, 172, among others, in Volumes 1 through 4.

[...] And when your parents visited her, your mother and father played the part in the beginning of the grand lady and condescending gentleman, for your father considered tailoring beneath a man.

Your parents did not understand her when she spoke to them because they were both afraid to understand. [...]

You have been doing much better in relating yourself with your parents. [...]

The parent-child relationship has its own unique emotional structure, which survives even those distortions you have placed upon it, and its ancient integrity would not be weakened, but strengthened, if greater stress were laid upon your bisexual nature.

Children would fare far better if the ancient parental qualities were not so forcibly focused upon the mother. [...]

[...] Heterosexual love, as it is understood at least, gives you a family of parents and children — an important unit, about which other groups form. [...]

[...] The weather had a luxurious, lush feel, as though our globe had finally turned from an adversary into a nurturing, supportive parent. [...]

[...] And at the other end of the scale, older parents are treated by their grown children as if they themselves were falling into a grotesque version of a second childhood. [...]

Jane’s parents divorced when she was 3, and she and her angry, bedridden mother lived on welfare. [...]

My parents, Robert Sr. and Estelle, supported the choices their three children made — and so they wholeheartedly welcomed Jane into the family. [...]

[...] They also often express a strong feeling of alienation from their parents, friends, family and their fellow men in general. [...]

[...] They are often triggered, finally, by a traumatic life situation — the death of a spouse or parent, a major disappointment, or any experience that is particularly shocking and disturbing to the particular person involved.

[...] In any case, the original innocent self is bonded to the parents, and to the parents’ beliefs for a time. [...]

[...] Therefore it becomes “bonded” to the parents in a given life, and then bonded to the beliefs shared by the family group. [...]

[...] As stated Jane and I visited my parents at their home last Sunday, April 3, and while there met my brother Loren, his wife Betts, and their son Douglas, who is 14. [...] Doug, who helped me author the object, is not musical; however both his parents are professional musicians; both are teachers; Betts teaching music as well as other subjects. [...]

[...] The object is the flap of a letter that my nephew Douglas Butts and myself wrote on last Sunday, April 3, at my parents’ home in Sayre, PA. [...]

[...] Both Jane and I read the letter yesterday; it was written to my parents. [...]

[...] Doug’s parents, Loren and Betts, have strong musical interests. [...]

There are people who want children and mates, and have those excellent qualities that would serve them well as parents. [...]

This is not the reason for all such deaths by any means, but there is usually an implied statement in them so that the death seems to have an additional meaning that makes parents and contemporaries question. [...]

To a child, play and work are often one and the same thing, and parents can utilize imaginative games as a way of reinforcing ideas of health and vitality. When a child is ill-disposed or cranky, or has a headache, or another disorder that does not appear to be serious, parents can utilize this idea: have the child imagine that you are giving it a “better and better pill.” [...]

This does not mean that I am asking parents to substitute imaginary medicine for real medicine, though indeed, I repeat, it may be quite as effective. [...]

[...] Dr. Martin and his wife visited your parents. [...]

(Dr. and Emma Martin are old friends of my parents, and their age—early seventies, or nearly so. [...]

[...] You should not eat salads at your parents’ home, that are mixed with oil, during the season.

[...] My parents have told me often that I displayed hay fever symptoms by the age of 3 or so, so evidently the first cod liver oil episode was earlier than this, and before my conscious memory. [...]

[...] All of you did not have the same parents, for example, and these are portions of probable situations existing in your own parents’ separate lives, as you think of their lives.

[...] Her parents had divorced when she was 3.

[...] It was the same feeling I’d had staring at my parents in their respective caskets. [...]

These parents do not sacrifice themselves for the sake of their children. [...] Instead, the parents retain their own clear sense of identity and their individual characteristics, serving as clear examples to the children of loving, independent adults.

[...] These people are natural “earth parents.” [...]

While many people are working in specific areas, developing the intellect, for example, or the emotions or the body, these parents and their children produce offspring in which a fine balance is maintained. [...]

[...] These are not rigid parents, though, blindly following conventions, but people who see family life as a fine living creative art, and children as masterpieces in flesh and blood. [...]