“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] And she had reinforced that framework by demanding her transfer from a public to a Catholic grade school.

(Even so, through her school years Jane didn’t particularly talk about her thoughts, or the abilities she sensed within herself — not with her mother, the priests she came to know well [and who didn’t approve in any case if she carried her religious devotion, her mysticism, “too far”], or even with her grandfather. [...]

[...] I’ve looked everywhere …” But her friends in school asked her to write love poems for their “crushes” of the moment.

[...] You could consider an analogy in which John Doe follows his kindergarten class all the way through high school. [...] Others, however, would rather skip from school to school, appearing alone, relatively speaking, with greater freedom, more challenge, but without the comforting framework of security chosen by the others.

[...] This is separate and the woman here…a strong school connection again…3 o’clock or late afternoon…number 414…now this could be the hour 4:14 or month…I do not know…Green room…202 or 213..whether this is a month or year or house number I don’t know…a grip…a strong grip…in the afternoon…in a room…a woman, gray hair, buck teeth…yellow teeth…She yells out and calls and a young boy comes in blue clothes & bicycle…I think he rides….It’s 1943 or 1947…Room is green…yellow…Room is green…no, cream…yellow…it’s afternoon…..

[...] The early vivid feeling for reincarnation, when he knew Roberts was not his proper name (as a youngster); the episode when he watched grade school children as no more than a toddler himself, and knew he had gone to school before; the flying out-of-body dreams; and the sense of identification with nature, and particularly with the night—those feelings waited for their vindication, for they did not fit into the world as he was told then. [...]

[...] You kept those physical abilities around, though—the feeling for sports—in school, with the idea that you could fall back upon them if need be. [...] Your high-school art teacher, Miss Bowman, lent you the money to study art in New York City.

[...] And perhaps had a connection with a school or sports.” [...] The job involved teaching children various games, for the school or sports connection.

[...] And perhaps (underlined) had a connection with a school or sports.

[...] Extra notation by Jane: Bill Ward, while asking Rob to do the job over phone, told him of death of Wendell’s child, a school boy. [...]

[...] At one time connected with the school of ashcan art. [...]

(Later Jane confirmed that she’d heard of the ashcan school of art.)

[...] From my grade-school days I thought I remembered the house’s large living room especially; for the Markles had raised two children who were contemporary with my next youngest brother and me; sometimes the four of us met at the house, then went to school together.

[...] There are more “coincidences” involved than those Seth described tonight, none of them consciously known to Jane and me before the Sayre adventure: Mr. Markle is in a nursing home but a few miles from where we live in Elmira, and my mother spent her last days in a similar home less than 15 miles away; one of Mr. Markle’s children lives in Elmira, and is connected with a store Jane and I have visited; Mr. Johnson, of the real estate couple that conducted us about in Sayre, did sign painting and truck lettering as a younger man, as I did; he and I had several mutual acquaintances in Sayre, among them an older artist of some reputation — and now deceased — that we had known in our high school days; and so forth.

[...] She was deadly frightened that Ruburt might have a child and not finish school. [...]

Now: tell Ruburt there will be schools of thought built upon core beliefs. [...]

The difficulty at the drinking establishment was due mainly to the encounter with the college girl, who is connected with the nursery school. [...] Nursery school was connected in his mind with physical discomfort for the reasons earlier stated.

[...] Many schools of thought (long pause) seem to have the curious ideas that the ego is inferior to other portions of the self, or “selfish,” and imagine it to be definitely of a lower quality than the inner self, or the soul.

“In high school, I flunked algebra twice, then passed, and I think the same for geometry,” she said. [...]

[...] That fall she continued on the job after school hours, and on an occasional Saturday.

(During that session Jane achieved outstanding voice effects, a very deep trance, and a projection to the Boston classroom of Pat’s special high-school class. [...]

[...] You left school in the sixth grade, but in your town you were considered fairly educated, you see. There was a Miss Thompson’s School for Girls. [...]

[...] Margaret, who had been a school nurse, used the Heimlich maneuver: she wrapped her strong arms around me from the back and squeezed. [...]

[...] There are various schools and religions that try, in distorted terms, to express the self’s validity, but the distortions have smothered the basic validity of the teachings.

(Also after supper it developed that Miss Callahan, the retired school teacher who lives in the front apartment on our floor, had evidently had an attack of some kind and was in urgent need of help. [...]

[...] Of three children, all three may attend different schools. [...]

[...] The man could also enter the school. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) The affair with the school psychologist, and the class here, infuriated him, and he hid his reaction. The school was the college again, you see, and the academic community that had already rejected him as a student in the past. [...]