“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Jane talked to Carole, the medium’s wife who works with him, and stated clearly that she didn’t want others claiming to speak for her Seth—who, incidentally, had told us years ago that he spoke through no one else but Jane. [...]

(It turned out that the wife claimed her husband was not trying to capitalize on Seth, that they both respected highly the Seth material, and that as we had suspected he had written Jane several years ago telling her about his Seth. [...]

[...] [She’d also called Tam today before contacting the lawyer and the medium’s wife.]

[...] (I can write in Sumari, but Jane has to translate it for me — and I’m always surprised at the results.) My wife has a powerful singing voice. [...]

Upon another occasion however, we will discuss your relationship with him and his wife, and the rather bizarre circumstances that surround the man and his youngest son.

[...] As Jimmy’s wife Marian said to us this evening at supper: “Well, there must be a few drops of my blood in J.J. somewhere...” [...]

[...] It was his wife Marian, in a state of high agitation. [...]

[...] The experience involving your landlord, his wife and his deceased father, was a legitimate one; but one that I should like to use as an example for a rather long discussion of questions directly resulting from some recent sessions. [...]

[...] Don’s wife carried the notes in her handbag for some weeks. [...] He and his wife lost track of the notes, and Jane and I had forgotten them long ago.

[...] Marilyn, Don’s wife, believes she still has Seth’s notes at home and will look for them.

[...] My wife’s temperature was checked again around 11:00 p.m. and it was 101. [...]

[...] I asked him to see if the latest brand of liquid vitamins my wife is taking could be switched back to her old one, for she dislikes the new ones intensely. [...]

[...] Originally I’d planned to write the standard kind of introduction for Dreams, “Evolution,” and Value Fulfillment. However, as I became involved in describing the complicated, emotionally charged series of events surrounding the hospitalization earlier this year of my wife, Jane Roberts, the material automatically began organizing itself into a series of dated essays. [...]

[...] Why do I have to leave my dear wife alone in the hospital each night, so that I feel like crying for her when I go to bed by myself in the hill house? [...]

Now because neither of you wanted children, his books were considered part of his wifely duty; substitutes, he felt, that were better than the originals. [...]

At the same time, because of it, and because of his love for you, Ruburt tried to be the good wife by relating to you in the way he thought you wanted him to—as a writer. [...]

(“Did we know my wife Jane then, Frank Watts?”)

(“Why these roots of rage in my wife?”)

(Yesterday afternoon we were visited by my brother Bill and his wife, Ida, from Ontario, NY. [...]

[...] Ruburt is working with the nature of impulses, and old ideas about impulses, spontaneity and discipline rose to mind, for the family situation of your brother and his wife almost typifies the kind of situation that Ruburt was determined to avoid. [...]

[...] What does their wife or husband think? [...]

[...] But what about my wife’s elbows, and her fingers? [...]

[...] But I was horrified to think that my dear wife might become involved in a similar reality, with or without my unwitting compliance. [...]

[...] “Your joints are destroyed,” Dr. Mandali told Jane, after getting the opinion of the young out-of-town rheumatologist she’d asked to examine my wife. [...]

[...] “No big deal,” my wife said, “but I had a crappy night. [...]

(This is the first time my wife has ever asked me to come at a different hour. [...]

The affair with the women represented a deeper betrayal to your wife, since it meant that of all things you not only did not accept her brain, but now her body also. [...]

[...] To some extent because of this you distrust your wife when she analyzes emotion or when she says to you why do you feel thus and thus a way. [...]

[...] They are your bridge, not only to yourself but to your wife. [...]

However, if you and your wife ever get to Elmira, you know of course that you are welcome any time. [...]

[...] The wife’s position is usually dependent upon the husband. [...]

A man showed himself a man, say, by getting paid every Friday night, coming home after a stop at the pub with coins jingling in his pocket, to give his wife the house money for the week. [...]

[...] You have an unconventional wife. [...]

[...] Some part of you still thinks there is something wrong with money unless you can show precisely where it came from—or people might think you a crook, or a gigolo living off your wife. [...]

[...] Throckmorton and his wife, Lessie, usually slept in it. [...]

[...] One of the side chores he has taken upon himself is to do reparation to the eldest daughter, obviously, taking her as his wife in this existence. [...]

[...] Dick’s wife was also alive in England during Dick’s short life. [...]

[...] He had seven children, a wife of almost obscene girth, and a child called Stephen who was a pharmacist or doctor. [...]

[...] I went through Pratt with him, and Jane met he and his wife once after we were married and were still living in the NY metropolitan area. [...]

[...] So we skipped it for the day—but I’ll say it for my wife in bed tonight. [...] When Marty brought it over I discovered it was from Betts and Loren—my brother and his wife. [...]

(Jane has also recently received a phone call from a young husband in Franklin, LA, asking Seth’s help for his wife, who is very ill. [...]

[...] We have never met any of his family—wife, children, other relatives, etc.

(John also told us now that his wife has an Aunt Catherine who fits Seth’s description of a stocky woman in her fifties. [...]

John Fuller and his young wife Elizabeth were here last PM. [...]

(Jane told Phil that Janice had been his wife in Persia about ten centuries ago. [...]

(“You mean after ten centuries you can’t tell your own wife?” Jane said, “now isn’t that carrying things a bit too far? [...]