“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He and his wife and my parents had been friends. [...]

For some time Ruburt felt he was a failure, as a wife and as a writer. [...]

[...] Later that morning I asked the man and his wife to not do that. [...]

[...] There is also a man’s wife who would intuitively know what you were up to. [...]

(Our landlord’s wife, Marian Spaziani, visited us this evening, and told us tales of the people who call her with long histories of their own illnesses, etc. [...]

[...] And this time my dear Joseph, do copy your strolling wife and move about.

“Is your wife alive or dead?”
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[...] Dr. Martin and his wife visited your parents. [...]

[...] Also, I tell myself that I may visit Ed Robbins and his wife, or some other friend. [...]

[...] More than once Jane has asked me what I’d have thought at that age had I been aware that my wife-to-be was a “round-faced little kid, still playing with paper dolls….”

(“A connection with a merger,” We take this to be a reference to the “wife and self” written on back of one of the envelope objects; marriage, merger.

(This afternoon Jim Tennant, who was scheduled to be a witness tonight, called Jane at the gallery and told her he would be unable to attend the session because his wife is in the hospital.

The two volumes making up The “Unknown” Reality: A Seth Book, were dictated by my wife, Jane Roberts, in cooperation with Seth, the nonphysical “energy personality essence” for whom she speaks when she’s in trance. [...]

[...] I asked my wife to slow down a bit. [...]

[...] We corresponded for a while, and then in November of 1966, Gene and his wife visited us. [...]

[...] At session time Jane, Del, Midge [his companion] and I were visiting our landlord and his wife at their farm in Pine City.

[...] And I made Ruburt one lovely wife—so there, my lovelies.

[...] At once I realize that somewhere — I don’t understand where — Carl does not own a cycle and that the two of us are man and wife, and have a baby. [...]

(Jane was visited by the wife of our landlord after supper this evening. [...]

[...] Right then, Sue Mullin [later Carl’s wife] now appeared, out of thin air. [...]