“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I told him that both of my parents were dead.

Comes to me today that years ago I got scared when I thought anyhow that Rob’s parents “shit on us” when we were broke; before I hadn’t worried about money—just writing . [...]

[...] There is no basic difference between the love of a child for a parent, a parent for a child, a wife for a husband, a brother for a sister. [...]

A child who says, “I gave up my life for my parents and devoted myself to their care,” means, “I was afraid to live my own life, and afraid to let them live theirs. [...]

[...] You do not help your children by keeping them chained to you, but you do not help your aged parents either by encouraging their sense of helplessness. [...]

(4:48.) Remind Ruburt — in the meantime — that he is indeed a beloved daughter of the universe, and that his parents are as much the sea and sky as his physical parents. [...]

[...] A parent should not try to force, but follow the child’s natural bents. [...]

[...] To some extent the present dilemma was initiated by your parents’ condition.

[...] Initiated in part (pause) by your parents’ situation, and in pure annoyance at the dilemma we have been discussing. [...]

(Seth said my special sensitivity to windy days during hay fever season, [and one I was well aware of], stemmed from an incident that took place while I was traveling to California with my parents when I was about three years old. [This would be about 1922.] On a windy day on the prairie, somewhere west of the Mississippi, but short of the West Coast, I stood by a hill with my parents. [...]

[...] Also, when a small child Bill had overheard a sexual encounter between his parents, in which his mother cried out. [...]

(Bill and Peggy agreed that Seth’s material on his parents seems to fit them psychologically, although some of the information given concerning Bill’s subconscious feelings toward his father was a surprise to Bill. [...]

[...] Malba’s parents were not married and the aunt brought Malba and her brother up. [...] She didn’t think anything of her parents.

(Seth told me I have improved in my relations with my parents, even though this is hard to see for me, at times. [...] My parents need love as a child needs love, unquestioningly, and this I cannot give at the moment. [...] My parents visited my brother Loren for four days during the week of August 29 to September 3. Seth said this was more than an ordinary visit as far as the folks are concerned, in that they were looking for the type of love described above from Loren and his wife also. [...]

[...] Seth said I could have information concerning my parents and my hay fever at any time during a regular session, so I could get it all in writing. [...]

(It would be a great help if I could learn to talk with my parents in a conversational way, about inconsequential things.

[...] Gifted children do not fit the portrait of children that is sold to parents. [...]

[...] Parents, however, often half-disapprove of their children if they show unusual gifts. [...]

[...] Some of this is often picked up from parents, so that the child expresses their own unacknowledged fears. [...]

[...] Though your own parents seem to disappear before your eyes and vanish into eternity forever, so it seems that all that you are will also disappear. I can assure you that your parents will live. [...]

[...] Thus the hatred of one generation of adults whose parents were killed in a war helps generate the next one.

[...] The young who would be the parents of children. [...]

In the dream they both stood for completely different attitudes of your own, and here you see them objectified in your separate parents—for you do indeed identify those different tendencies with your parents to a strong extent. [...]

This will be a fairly brief session, but we will begin with your dream about your parents (on Wednesday morning, October 10). [...]

[...] Either way, she finds out through much detective work that a whole series of mixups had occurred in the hospital that day — that in the Elmira area there are several sets of parents who have been raising the wrong children all these years. [...] I thought it would make a great novel as all of the entangled threads were unwound, and considering the emotional tangles that had been built up over the years as parents raised children they thought were theirs.

[...] Either I followed him to his car, then talked to him, or followed him to where he lived with his parents — but he bore an uncanny resemblance to my own son.

[...] You did this with your parents—afraid of seeming better than they, almost ashamed of your ability lest it shame your father by contrast, disciplining yourself over much.

[...] The ability to use language is also genetically built-in, through the precise orientation, again, with the physical triggering of the parents’ native language. [...] Before such infants hear their parents speak, however, they are in telepathic communication, and even in the fetus genetic dreams involve the coding and interpretation of language. [...]

[...] The precise orientation of that conceptualizing, and the precise orientation of the thinking patterns, wait for certain physical triggers received from the parents and the environment after birth, but the processes of conceptualization and of thought are already established. [...]

[...] The child or infant is highly suggestible to parental belief systems, so that it can early be provided with a conceptual framework that is complementary to its surroundings, to the group or environment. [...]

[...] The belief systems can be like blocks, which are used and then later changed or replaced, but there is a kind of (underlined) bonding of the childhood self with those ideas it takes from its parents. [...]

[...] I will have something to say about your parents if you will remind me at our next session. [...]

[...] In physical terms it begins before your own parents are born.

[...] Considering their viewpoints, it’s not tragic that they “die” unborn, or at such young ages, although in ordinary terms the parents involved will almost certainly mourn deeply. [...]

[...] The gist of the piece is that each year in this country an estimated several thousand seriously defective infants are quietly left to die, without treatment, after most careful consideration by the parents and doctors involved.

He did arouse himself for battle yesterday (at my parents’, especially noticing the poor condition of my father), and this was effective, but this state of battle should not be maintained as a daily thing. [...]

In his efforts to understand and help your parents he has more than made up for any failure with his mother. [...]

[...] Your own parents seem to disappear before your eyes and vanish into nothingness forever. [...]

[...] We cannot blame God, society, or our parents for misfortunes, since before this physical life we chose the circumstances into which we would be born and the challenges that could best bring about our development. [...]

[...] His parents’ brand of religion was a sort of social Protestantism, rather delightfully innocent of dogma. [...]