“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I emphasized to my wife the role belief could play in her reactions. [...]

[...] I cannot conceive of my wife’s situation being otherwise. [...]

[...] Georgia had braided Jane’s hair this morning on both sides, since my wife didn’t go to hydro.

[...] You were quite vain yourself, and as a woman, you certainly put your present wife to shame as far as vanity is concerned.”

[...] And if ever your wife’s features change some night as we talk, I suggest you do not mention it to her until the end of the session.”

[...] The object was a black and white photo of Jane’s father and his deceased second wife, Maxine, taken sometime prior to 1954. [...]

(Briefly, the object is a black-and-white photo of Jane’s father Del, and his deceased second wife Maxine. [...]

[...] Claire Crittenden, Carl Watkins, Jane and I, along with Pat Norelli, from Boston, were joined by Bill and Peg Gallagher,Doug Hicks, Danny Stimmerman, Curt Kent and Peg’s brother Dick and his wife Carol, for an even dozen present, at our apartment.

[...] This left as new witnesses Peg’s brother Dick and his wife Carol, Danny,Curt, Doug and Carl; though Carl and perhaps one or two others had at least heard mention of Seth.

(Billie was the third wife of Jerry’s father, and she herself had been married once before. [...]

(Billie was the third wife of Jerry’s father, and she had been married once before herself. [...]

(Wednesday’s session, the 579th, was held for a husband and wife who have an acute problem involving one of their children. [...]

[...] This Wilford, while carrying on within his own drama as, say, a sickly grocer in Iowa, with a mistress he cannot support, and a wife that he must support (with amusement) — this poor, besieged man on station KYU is also aware of all the other programs going on at the other stations. [...]

When our Wilford dramatically cries out to his mistress: “I am afraid my wife will learn of our affair,” then the symphony playing on another station becomes melodramatic, and the sports program shows that a hero fumbles the football. [...]

[...] As he falls asleep some night our grocer, Wilford, might suddenly hear the full strains of a symphony in his head, or instead catch a quick glimpse of a football player; or on the other hand one of the musicians in the symphony orchestra may suddenly find himself thinking about how difficult it would be to have a mistress and a wife at the same time.

Nevertheless, if these sessions were coming through you, Joseph, rather than through Ruburt vocally, then Philip’s wife would not be so concerned. [...]

You have not introduced yourself to the woman who is your wife in one important manner. [...]

[...] For the test I used a color photograph of my brother Bill, his wife and two young children, taken in Webster, NY, in 1959. [...]

[...] The baby, in white sits on the lap of my brother’s wife, Ida. [...]

[...] It delights you but you are like a man with a beautiful wife. [...]

[...] The second girl at that time was a brother of yours, and the third girl whom you have not yet met, was either your mother or your wife—I am not clear on this point.

[...] There’s a definite improvement since then, and I pointed this out to my wife. [...]

[...] I told my wife that I had indeed lost the tooth.)

[...] Shawn took Jane’s blood pressure and pulse, then my wife went back to reading the session, doing a little better. [...]

(Carla interrupted our conversation to check Jane’s vitals — temperature 98.4. During our talk I noticed that it didn’t take my wife long to begin reacting emotionally to my questions, which I thought were innocent enough — but it was apparent that the subject matter of our conversation had an emotional charge for her. [...]

[...] A most humbling suggestion for my wife and me — we’ve always prided ourselves on making our own way.

[...] Your father simply preferred her because she did remind him of his wife. [...]

[...] It looked strange indeed to see my wife’s limbs moving like that. [...]

[...] Carla took Jane’s temperature — 98.4. I read the last sentence to my wife. [...]