“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Yet it’s an exceedingly lonely journey that my wife is taking, even with my help. [...]

[...] There was something about having a private nurse for 16 hours a day, if the staff there couldn’t take care of my wife. [...]

[...] But actually, this latest twist was a result of our trying to get somewhere, and might actually work to our benefit with the insurance company, once they were told that my wife couldn’t be moved. [...]

[...] (One minute pause.) She realizes that Ruburt makes you an excellent wife. [...]

[...] First of all, in the line concerning your emotions, the meaning is this; that you turned the basic emotional feelings from the mother, as is necessary, transferring them to your wife successfully.

(“Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” I asked my wife when she’d finished. [...]

[...] His wife was fifty-three, Anna. [...]

[...] The cobbler and his wife had no children. [...]

[...] His wife’s name was also Sarah. [...]

[...] “In London, I don’t know why, Albert’s wife liked to go to the bakery shops. [...]

[...] You recognized your predicament, and henceforth refused to take the main responsibility for your mother, which was the responsibility of a man for his wife.

Tell Ruburt to answer our friend’s letter concerning his wife, and we shall have some material shortly.

(My wife was late getting back from hydro^* — the staff was very busy. [...]

[...] Three children and a wife who was German. [...]

You were separated from your wife for many years, and did not get along well. [...]

[...] I also knew that my wife feared the effect of the message upon me—for what could the phrase she’d already given me mean, except that her soul had at least considered the possibility of leaving her physical body, perhaps to find shelter in a nonphysical realm? [...]

Lest I give an inaccurate picture of my wife, however, let me add that she combines instances of that seeming intransigence with a profound intuitive innocence before nature (and thus All That Is), and with a great literal acceptance of nature’s manifestations and of her own being and creations within that framework. [...]

[...] Jane’s thyroid gland, Dr. Mandali finally told her, has simply ceased functioning, so the doctor has begun a program of cautiously rejuvenating my wife’s endocrine system, and thus all of her bodily processes, with a synthetic thyroid hormone in pill form (a low 50 micrograms to start). [...]

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

[...] She was connected with him two lives previously as a very beloved wife.

[...] Seth is correct in stating that my father’s older brother, my Uncle Jay, who is also dead, was connected with Ella in this life; he was very protective toward her, and after he died eight years ago his wife continued to watch over Ella.

(Just as I turned Jane on her side after the session, our neighbor Joe Bumbalo — who is very ill with cancer — called to invite me to share Chinese food and rhubarb pie with him and his wife, Margaret. [...]

[...] After that, Leanne said my wife’s urine looked much better than it has been. [...]

[...] As she researched Jane’s published and unpublished notes, journals, and books for The Magical Approach, Laurel learned that my wife had originally intended to call this book The Magical Approach: A Jane/Seth Book, and wrote of it as being “a psychic-naturalistic journal.” [...]

[...] I was more than happy to get out my paper and pen at my wife’s suggestion. [...]

Like the alcoholic’s wife mentioned earlier, such a person might suddenly feel struck by a sense of panic, rather than relief, thus experiencing for the first time the fear of motion that underlay the problem.

A man might die very shortly after his wife’s death, for example. [...]

[...] Her present employer’s wife has white hair, but is young. [...]

[...] In other words now, when one looks down at my wife, they see no bandages except for one on each hip. [...]

[...] Her present employer’s wife has white hair, but is young. [...]

(We were visited over the weekend by Robert Monroe and his wife, Nancy; they live on a farm in central Virginia. [...]

[...] [According to Seth, Emerson was a Speaker too!] Then Bob Monroe and his wife arrived, and we had a busy evening. [...]