“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The morning after one of these dreams Jane would hurry to the playground before going to school, to investigate to see if by chance there were swings, etc., in that particular section of the playground. [...] She would then have to hurry to school; most often she would arrive late, and breathing hard, and disheveled. [...]

[...] This dream involved the large playground she visited often in waking life, across the street from her school in Saratoga Springs, NY. [...]

[...] The medical schools propagate such ideas, unfortunately. [...]

[...] You have tried to maintain stability while you work, and have schooled yourselves so that it is not disrupted. [...]

[...] A sonnet by Shakespeare that she’d read in high school had also given her the idea that her role in life was to bear children, and forget everything else. [...]

[...] Miss Bowman was my art teacher in high school. She lent me the money to go to art school in New York City. [...]

[...] You can learn from them, as once you piled alphabet blocks together in a stack at school. [...]

[...] We would like to create a sort of school—a very simple kind of school—to help anyone who seeks for it, without presuming that we have any answers, but going on the assumption that the way which has been proclaimed by many men is a good way—namely the simple way of love. [...]

[...] I am a Sumari of the old school. A Tumali of the old school. [...]

[...] It was getting cloudy; I told her I hoped Frank Longwell was at the house, planting the red maple while the young fellow from school was mowing the grass. [...]

[...] You were taught how to construct sentences in school, and you learned how to speak from your elders. [...]

[...] No matter what he was taught in Catholic school or later in the public one, his intuitions, wedded to his creative capacities, led him to question established views. [...]

[...] It may serve as the source material for several different kinds of disciplines, or schools or whatever. [...]

Instead of missing a session however, I decided to give you this small preliminary material this evening, and then dismiss school early.

[...] Some believe that suffering is a punishment sent by God for past or present sins, or even omissions, while other religious schools insist that suffering is sent by God as evidence of his particular love for the individual involved: “God must love you very much, because he sent you so much suffering.” [...]

[...] I began questioning Jane about her religious training in Catholic grade school. [...]

[...] He had a class of school kids in town. [...]

[...] Was Dee like a headmaster in a school that Jane attended?”) 

[...] His daughter mentioned here is a junior in high school. [...]

(The boy is a sophomore in high school.)

It is true that for some time he then projected portions of his own overly-conscientious portions upon you, and then reacted; but it is also true that you had schooled yourself to display displeasure through a heavy silence, and were afraid of displaying your happier, sunnier emotions.

[...] His desire to forge ahead philosophically beyond any school or church also was involved, and his artistic endeavors—which bloom in my books, now, as well as in his own work.

(Marian and her husband went to school to see the teacher, a middle-aged woman. [...] She did not change the mark she had given however, so Marian and her husband went to the school principal; this individual said he was powerless in such cases.

[...] Recently Marian’s daughter wrote what Marian considered to be an excellent composition on the poet Donne; the quality was exceptional, according to Marian, and she typed up the paper for her daughter to take to school. [...]

It is true that some schools of knowledge almost glorify the use of some drugs as encouraging the expansion of consciousness and the release of repression. [...]