“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Even your remarks about a black-haired wife meant the image of a woman in her 20’s—the-younger-than-you obviously youthful, spontaneous and cute wife; not a 44-year-old woman with experience behind her, some sense, and who could stand on her own feet, but a much younger version, youthful enough to get into trouble, and to be humorously watched in that regard.

[...] I learned the unutterable yearning of father for son, son for father, husband for wife, wife for husband, and fell headlong into the intimate webs of human relationships. [...]

[...] Some difficulty with his throat, or his wife’s throat, on the left side. [...]

[...] In fact, my wife just hoped she could hold the session. [...]

A few days after this session we were visited by a retired minister and his wife. [...]

Rev. Lowe and his wife came on a class night, and so of course I invited them to attend. [...]

Seth went on to say that in this life, Frank chose to return as the son of the two brothers who themselves are now man and wife. [...]

(When Joan, an RN, came in to see Jane today for eye drops, she at once noticed the improvements in my wife’s condition. [...]

[...] The priestess, the mother, the young witch, the wife, and the old wise woman — these general types are archetypes, simply because they are “root elements” representing, symbolically, the various kinds of so-called female qualities and the various kinds of female lives that have been lived by males.

Six days ago, on May 18, and to our great relief, Dr. Mandali finally stepped up the strength of the thyroid hormone pills she is prescribing for my wife—from 50 to 70 micrograms daily. [...]

A moment ago, I referred to the way all involved with my wife could agree upon a course of probable activity. [...]

([Tam:] “On the other hand I wouldn’t want any psychic development to come between me and my wife... to get between any feelings for my wife who is at this moment even more important to me than any of my other selves.”)

(Don Wollheim and his wife and daughter visited us Friday evening, September 2. This session was held on Wednesday, August 31, but was not typed up by Friday. [...]

[...] For some belated notes on your wife’s personality. [...]

[...] (I am referring to “another” relationship, but the same applies to your present wife.)

Then, however, perhaps with no warning, he may suddenly refuse to make love with his wife, become hostile with his children, stop off for a few drinks after work, before supper, or even begin seeing a prostitute, or begin an affair — often with a woman he considers beneath his own station.

[...] There were twelve people in all: My parents, Jane and I, my brother Loren, his wife and son, and my brother Bill and his wife, and their two daughters and one son. [...]

(After supper this evening young Don Wilbur informed us that he and his wife would not be able to witness the session as scheduled. [...]

[...] As stated Jane and I visited my parents at their home last Sunday, April 3, and while there met my brother Loren, his wife Betts, and their son Douglas, who is 14. [...]

[...] My brother Loren, his wife and his son Doug attended Aunt Ella’s funeral. Loren and his wife have a daughter, Linda, who could not attend because she was away at school.

[...] Here’s the relevant portion of the description I wrote for Through My Eyes: “Then I saw my mother [Stella] between my brother Linden and his wife, all separated each from the other a little bit, all walking obliquely toward me across a featureless plain. [...]

“Linden and his wife were close to their present physical ages in the dream, a year or so younger than I am, at 54, but Stella looked to be a few years younger than she should have been [she died at 81]. [...]

[...] The turn went very well indeed—much less painful for my wife. [...]

(This morning, in between calls from my brother Loren and his wife, and Mrs. Austin’s son about delivering the laundry, I worked on the first draft of a letter to Maude Cardwell at Reality Change in Austin, Texas. [...]

[...] I’ve also learned that Fred has a wife, Heidi, and at least one daughter, and that he did—does —live in Denver, Colorado. [...]