“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He told us that a European artist had done a portrait of him while he’d been a soldier in World War II. [...]

[...] We believe that this was a reference to World War II, when the salesman who waited on us had his portrait done as a soldier. [...]

[...] She has great respect for your painting, and for Ruburt’s abilities, and you knew her when she was a soldier in Rome. [...]

[...] There was also a soldier’s rather superstitious existence, in an involvement during the Crusade period, where if I may say so, men were driven like fools, and sometimes brainless idiots, in fine pursuit of an idea of God which they could neither conceive or construct.

So you, Joseph, were Nebene, and the black woman, and the Roman soldier,³ and yet you were none of those. [...]

[...] Such persons use the various elements of the personality as spies or soldiers, scattering their forces (pause), and forced under those conditions to set up elaborate communication systems to keep those portions of the self in contact with each other. [...]

[...] Others live in an atmosphere of constant fear of their own condition, while at the same time they are excited, as soldiers might be in combat. [...]

[...] However you might be attracted enough to project yourself spontaneously into the body of one of the soldiers, in which case you could experience pain, until your own fear pulled you back. [...]

The next time we tried a few days later, Frank Withers said that he had been a soldier in Turkey during one life, and insisted (through the board) that he had known Rob and me in a city called Triev, in Denmark, in still another life. [...]

[...] However, you might be attracted enough to project yourself spontaneously into the body of one of the soldiers, in which case you could experience pain until your own fear pulled you back. [...]

[...] Jane noticed its color—this was not the dress blues uniform—and questioned me as to the soldier’s branch of service, etc. [...]

[...] That is, it is not a soldier’s shield of full size, but a representation. [...]

[...] Later, in a break, I received several impressions of a past life of Mrs. Lowe’s. While a general discussion was going on, I “saw” her near a riding academy in fourteenth-century France; and then I saw her and Rev. Lowe as twins in Greece, when he was an orator and she a soldier. [...]

[...] “We don’t want it thought,” I wrote when I got back to the hill house, “that the overall consciousness of Iran is playing with the individual consciousnesses of its people, say, as with toy soldiers, setting its citizens up against the world only to have them knocked down. [...]

[...] They are explorers, merchants, soldiers, missionaries, sailors. [...]