“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Father Trainor was an Irish Catholic priest who visited Jane and her ill mother regularly, for years, during Jane’s grade and high school days. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) He became disenchanted at a young age with the many conflicting schools of truth, so when he found what he finally settled upon, he would brook no interference. [...]

Ruburt has the impression of the school fence across the street from the house in which he lived, and he is thinking of a particular photograph of his own that involved his house, the street, part of the fence, and perhaps some children. [...]

[...] Nor do you set up a school for fools—again, according to your beliefs and concepts.

[...] There was no school, no excuses to get out. [...]

It was at this point that the nature of the conscious mind itself became so misunderstood, and those unrecognized or denied powers were assigned to unconscious portions of the self by ensuing schools of psychology. [...]

By the age of three I was already drawing—scribbling, experimenting—and began writing stories in grade school. Many of them were fantasies involving cowboys and Indians and detectives and world adventurers that I crudely illustrated on my yellow school pads. [...]

[...] At suppertime that night I received a telephone call from Ed Robbins, an old friend I’d gone to art school with in Brooklyn, New York before World War II. [...]

[...] On my side was an abandoned red-brick grade school behind a wire fence. [...]

[...] Jane had lectured to a class in creative writing at the college after the publication of Seth Speaks in 1972.There on the school’s green sward stood the small many-windowed gazebo that Mark Twain had worked in during his summers at the farm; it had been relocated to the college long ago. [...]

(“A connection with something distant,” In the sixth column of the envelope object there is a reference to Corning—Painted Post School District, which employs Bill as an art teacher. [...]

[...] Jane and Marie went through high school together. [...]

(Mr. Macdonnel teaches art in grades 1-9 at Painted Post Junior High School.)

[...] Jane had not met Helen McIlwain for at least fifteen years, she estimates, and remembers her best from her, Jane’s, grade school years.

(Jane said she went through high school with a girl named Marilyn Tuttle. [...]

[...] Both women had M initials also for the last name—Masters at the Gallery, Methinitus now at the nursery school at the Jewish Community Center.

(Present: Sue and Ned Watkins, Theodore Muldoon [banker], Sally Benson [librarian], Brad Lanton [artist], Rose Cafford [older, grandmotherly], Lydia Dobbs [candy store owner], Vera Muldoon, Florence McIntyre [school teacher], Rachel Clayton [secretary].)

[...] We suppose that if we had young children we’d see to their receiving the immunizations they “should” have, or are required to have by a school board, for example. [...]

[...] The improved methods of communication alone mean that you are everywhere surrounded by varying theories, cultures, cults, and schools. [...]

[...] A school was involved, and I believe classmates. [...] Classmates were involved, and a spitting cat that belonged in a house nearby the school.

[...] Who else did we know, so “old school” who’d even speak of tipping one’s hat, or refer to food as “good cuisine?” Anyway he certainly didn’t sound frightening, and the fifth-dimensional monologue was really provocative.

[...] You went to school, became a commercial artist, and did very well at it. [...]

[...] Whenever physical mobility is demanded as an auxiliary to his work, then he produced physically—on your tour, at the high school engagement, and so forth.