“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(My brother Loren and his wife Betts, and brother Dick and wife Ida have just left, after a very pleasant visit. [...]

(I think my wife is in bad shape. [...]

[...] “What are you trying to do?” my wife cried out, “shock me into getting better?”

[...] After LuAnn gave Jane eye drops my wife’s feet both began going, left one up in the air. [...]

[...] This reminded me that although I’m with my wife there are still portions of Jane’s life I’m quite unfamiliar with—people she knows whom I never see. [...]

[...] Left leg up, torso side to side—almost violent motions for my wife—excellent signs. [...]

[...] It was then that Augustus Two began to assert himself — and to Augustus’s wife. [...]

[...] The wife began to take notes of what was done and said. [...]

[...] In the next moment the great plea for help would surface, the love of his wife and child. [...]

(Merle did not know we were eating there, but did know we were in New York City, having been so informed by phone by his wife, with whom I work in Elmira. [...] Merle and his wife used to live in the apartment house we occupy in Elmira. [...]

(F. Fell told us that his wife has red hair, in line with Seth’s data on the previous page: “A connection with a woman with reddish hair.” [...]

(Yesterday afternoon and evening, May 20, we had as guests Reverend James Crosson and his wife; they visited us at the end of a lecture tour that had taken them from their new home in Florida to their summer camp in the Berkshires. [...]

[...] Part of it was addressed to the Reverend and his wife, and was quite successful. [...]

[...] Attached is a transcript of the ESP class session held last evening, May 20, 1969, for Reverend Crosson and wife. [...]

[...] To see my wonderful, lovely wife so reduced to her present near-helpless state was almost more than I could bear. [...] With a more painful heart I yearned for my wife to walk to me, hips innocently and joyfully swaying, as she used to do years ago, when she’d meet me every day as I left the printing company where I worked as a commercial artist. [...]

[...] I became extremely busy after my wife came home, making what seemed like endless calls and trips about getting prescriptions filled, about trying out various kinds of beds and mattresses and chairs and hospital gowns, about insurance, about a commode, about having a speaker phone hooked up to our regular phone so that Jane wouldn’t have to hold the standard bulky handset to her ear. [...]

[...] She hadn’t examined my wife for some little while, and so was quite surprised at the progress. [...]

[...] And Jane likes Phyllis—she’s a good nurse, my wife said. [...]

(At 4:25 Phyllis cleaned Jane’s ears at her request—and with the swab drew out of my wife’s left ear the drainage tube that she’d had inserted almost two years ago. [...]

(Jane now told me she thought the “two people” referred to by Seth in the 2nd envelope test in the 180th session, were Dr. Instream and his wife Judy. [...] We now know, of course, that Dr. Instream and his wife were in York Beach on the night of the 180th session.

[...] Dr. Instream also noted that on the evening of August 23,1965 he and his wife stopped overnight at York Beach, ME, while traveling. [...]

[...] Your experiences at York Beach had such a reality, and having met you, not Dr. Instream but his wife unconsciously picked up this connection, and responded to it.

(I’ll have to admit I was surprised when my wife said she felt shame at the panic. [...]

[...] How can one say much has been learned, I wondered, if my wife is at death’s door, and is currently starving herself? [...]

You were at that time slim and disciplined to some degree, ending up however with four children and a wife who became an invalid, the wife being Ruburt’s present mother. [...]

Walter Zeh was your wife’s sister. [...] Walter Zeh was tubercular, and also as a woman extremely fleshy, as indeed your wife was. [...]

[...] Your wife’s name I believe when you grew was Nell B-r-o-w-n-e-l-l. You will find an affinity to horses or with horses if you try to paint them.

It seems incredible to me that my wife, Jane Roberts, has been dead for more than thirteen months. [...]

I couldn’t believe it when I realized that my wife had been dead for a week. [...]

[...] I trust that even though physically she’s no longer with me, my wife agrees with my choices, for she helped me learn that the one truly unique thing I have to offer the world is my own creation of it.

[...] The newspaper article led to a note to Jane from the wife of my boss, Harry Gottesman, inviting us to the Gottesman home for an evening. [...]

[...] My boss’s wife actually wrote the note.

[...] We were not sure here, unless this was a reference to the evening Jane and I spent with my boss and his wife, after the note and the phone call, etc. [...]

[...] Jane feels subjectively sure that here the meeting between us and her father, Del, and his third wife, is referred to. [...] Jane and I planned to meet Del and his wife, who were already camping at Saratoga Lake, there, and spend a few days with them before going on to Maine. [...]

[...] We did not see Nate Goldsmith or his wife on the first visit, and the reasons we did not see either of them on our second visit are given in our data interpretations.

[...] Two men and two women were involved in the meeting referred to earlier: Jane’s father Del and myself, and Jane and Del’s wife. [...]

[...] Rita brought in some potassium and vitamin C that Jeff wants my wife to take, evidently as the result of a test. [...]

[...] I pressed the call button again — and Leanne came right in to unhook my wife, and give her a shot of heparin in her heparin lock, to keep it open for the next IV.

([Brad:] “Would it be of value for me to know, for example, that I had a relationship with my wife in another life?”)

[...] If you knew that you had a karmic tie with your wife and did not realize that you formed your own reality through your own thoughts and desires, then it would serve you not at all. [...]

You think of your wife as she is related to you. [...]

[...] And as I reread them I understand once again that my wife is still teaching me about her courage, and about the ineffable, unending mystery of the universe that each one of us is creating moment by moment, separately and all together.

(“With all of her mental and physical challenges, my wife could still write a poem of humble thanks to the earth. [...]

[...] Fuller & his wife due at 8 PM.

[...] I work around these creative outpourings by ministering to my wife, running our house and the many errands connected with our daily living, handling our publishing affairs, seeing visitors—expected and unexpected—and trying to answer at least some of the mail, which is threatening to accumulate beyond control. [...] Jane’s nurse now visits but twice a week, which is all that’s necessary (my wife’s decubiti are under control, for example).

Just over nine weeks have passed now since I brought my wife home from the hospital. [...]

Until she became so ill that she was practically forced to go into the hospital, I’d always felt that my wife’s single-minded yet literal focus of intent was capable of lasting however long it took to reach a particular goal—whether for five minutes or fifty years. [...]

(“Why does my wife’s back hurt?”)

Your wife’s back trouble is a matter of tension, and a chiropractic adjustment will doubtless help. [...]

[...] His wife was 53, she was named Anna. [...]

[...] The cobbler and his wife didn’t have any children. [...]

[...] He got married, and his wife’s name was Sarah too. [...]