“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Quite simply, in her terms, she wanted her son to do well, and to her that meant possessing an excellent home. [...]

[...] It does show, however, that one portion of Joseph’s mother, the portion connected to her son, still relates to him in a certain fashion. [...]

[...] Now, however, Stella Butts is better able to understand her son’s reactions. [...]

[...] Sensing of course the bitterness that he felt because she was not a boy—incidentally this is a strong subconscious motive—this caused her to bear him three sons to help allay his bitterness. She gave him these three sons as a gift or sacrifice; and when it seemed he would not accept them as such she turned against him, made too much of the sons to pay him back. [...]

[...] Throckmorton had wanted a son to carry on his shop. [...]

The son who did survive, you do not know in your present existence. [...]

For example: Many of you believe in the basis of Freudian psychology — that the son naturally wants to displace the father in his mother’s attentions, and that beneath the son’s love for his father, there rages the murderous intent to kill. [...]

[...] She told me that her son, Peter, had died a few months ago at the age of three. [...]

[...] Over wine they told us about their son. [...]

[...] Your son is not a three-year-old any longer. [...]

[...] Jim and Ann went away convinced that their son’s life and death had a meaning, that there was sense and purpose in their lives, and that even this seeming tragedy operated for a greater good.

[...] So we decided not to ask Seth to backtrack and give us material about the son my mother’s probable self had had in her reality, even though that son was a probable self of mine.

She had one son, then a hysterectomy, on purpose. [...]

[...] Both of your parents imbued the third son with the strongest emotional qualities of their natures. [...]

[...] Last night I had a very interesting, and at the same time almost a bothersome dream: I dreamed that while I was with Margaret and Joe Bumbalo and their son John, I discovered I was a latent homosexual. [...]

[...] Anyhow, on her own she said that the Oriental women further represented to Joe Bumbalo his ideas that son John’s abilities weren’t American—that, indeed, they were unAmerican, foreign to male sexuality, feminine. [...]

You fell in love, however, with a rather inferior warrior—a stray from the Iroquois tribe—and bore him four sons—one, incidentally, is your present son today. [...]

(“Have you anything more on Mrs. Russell’s missing son?”)

[...] If you were the son of a man with a certain name, then “son of” was simply added, so you had “Robberson.” [...]

[...] Her own past male lives will help her relate to you as her son. [...] These feelings are sometimes due to the fact that the male son causes an activation of the animus in her, with a resulting charge of aggressive feelings.

[...] My mother and father and my brother Loren and his wife and son were also there. [...]

The [retarded] son represented the result of two main conditions. [...]

(I have a few boyhood memories of Ella’s retarded son, also named Jay. [...]

You must also realize that the entity who became her son also chose the circumstances, knowing of them in advance, for his own purposes. [...]

[...] Present were Florence and Harvey and their son Daniel, and Rose and Archie Cafford.)

[...] You had him crucify his only son. [...]

(After hanging up, Jane said Callista also mentioned her young son James. [...]

[...] Occasionally his mother will call us and bring us up to date on her son’s activities.

[...] It developed that John had recently given one of his young sons a chess set; the boy knew the game to some extent and wanted to teach John. [...]

[...] Alice Butts not helping Ruth Butts’ son, etc. [...]

[...] The son tries to vindicate the father by doing no wrong himself, and perhaps by succeeding where it seems the father might have failed. [...]

The beliefs involving the son’s inherent rivalry with the father, and his need to overthrow him, follow instead patterns of culture and tradition, economic and social, rather than biological or psychological. [...]

[...] The last few lines above refer to Audrey Shepherd’s deceased son.)

[...] The last few lines above refer to Andrea Bergere’s deceased son.)

(I should also add that Sue, one of the aides we’ve become acquainted with, showed us pictures of her two young sons. [...]

Old hates lie in wait for the infant
As he grows into a man,
Then they leap upon him
When he puts his father’s coat on.
When the father’s bones drop into the grave,
The lice flock up as the dark earth falls
To feed on a son’s guilt love.

No man can look in his son’s face,
What was done to him he does in turn,
For he carries the hate in his blood.
Ghosts of days forgotten,
Tragedies unseen, unspoken,
Wait in the past’s proud flesh,
And nothing can shake them off.