“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He wanted to leave his wife (who is 49) and yet could not bring himself to do so. [...] The wife, however, also unconsciously aware of the events, would therefore share in them.

[...] He had sired his children, loved as well as he could, done his job—but there was no contemplative life to look forward to, no greater love than the one with his wife—and that love while conventionally sound enough, did not content him.

[...] The skirts, of heavier material, are designed to go around my wife as she sits in her chair. [...]

[...] The self-destructive behavior was much more advanced now, though, and I could only hope and trust that my dear wife’s feelings of panic were an attempt on her personality’s part to at least discharge some of the dangerous emotional charge that must have accumulated over the years, while being repressed. [...]

(On June 5, 1968 John Pitre telephoned Jane from Franklin, LA, seeking answers to three questions: the reasons for John’s uneasiness concerning his wife Peg last week; the reasons for the loss of leg feeling John experiences in hot weather; and data on a pilot, Albert Blevins, who vanished on a flight in a small plane near the Gulf Coast about four years ago, presumably near Franklin.

[...] An alcoholic’s wife might wish with all her heart that her husband stop drinking — but if she suddenly asked herself what she would do, she might — surprisingly enough — feel a tinge of panic. [...]

[...] “My wife is an extremely strong-willed person,” I said, and Jeff agreed. [...]

[...] She was his wife in the past life, when he died at 32. [...]

[...] I added that I’d always been proud of her as my wife, and considered myself very lucky to have her. [...]

[...] It can serve well as a basis for self-hypnosis, but I also plan to help my wife here, and we can see what we can accomplish in the afternoons.

[...] It might also be of interest to note that the younger man—with wife, whom none of us met—knew in Mansfield of the Jupenlasz family. [...] For some reason, I’m not sure of the first name of Fred’s wife, whom all of us liked very much. [...]

[...] After the session Jane called his wife Venice and tried to offer some comfort.

(This prayer is for my wife, Jane. [...]

[...] Seth’s reference concerned Jim Tennant’s wife. Jim T’s thought was that his wife could take shorthand notes of the sessions. [...]

As far as witnesses are concerned, and as far as the wife is concerned, I would suggest that you meet upon another evening, when a session is not due to begin with, and leave the matter to Ruburt. [...]

[...] It is possible that the wife in question may work out well also, but the approach to her should not be overly impassioned, as this would be a mistake.

[...] For the two of you must grow together more, the husband and the wife.

[...] You are the one who is always in control, and you knew before you and your wife met, subconsciously, the circumstances that had gone before, and the reason for your meeting, and your son knew. [...]

[...] We have 12th-century Poland for your wife, the earlier existences given earlier. [...]

[...] In a large manner, you hide it from your wife for fear she would consider you less manly or less in charge, and would therefore feel less secure and threatened herself.

[...] When you bought the dog, and particularly since your wife was so for the idea, you feared that she also took this as a sign that you had made your mind up to the fact, or faced the fact, that you would be where you are for some time.

[...] No one wanted the dog killed, but it was not coincidence that you yourself loosened the dog’s collar, or that your wife was the one who left the dog; for symbolically the two of you were connected here. [...]

[...] A French wife.

[...] A French wife. [...]

(“What was my present wife Jane in Denmark, what sex and relationship?”)

[...] I didn’t see her face, but I got the feeling that she was my wife and that I was not being very compassionate or understanding to her. [...]

[...] The wife’s name, Sarah. [...]

[...] This morning, Georgia and another aide banged Jane’s right shin hard against the metal frame of the stretcher they put my wife on to take her to hydro. [...]

His present mother was a wife to him when he was overly aggressive, and he chose to be born as her son in this existence in order to pay an old debt. He was unkind to her when she was a wife to him, and here we run into another case where the subconscious knows what it knows.

[...] You feel an exceptionally strong sympathy for your mother, since you subconsciously remember your previous treatment of her when she was your wife.

For example, having as a mother a woman who has once been your wife is rather bewildering, and certainly can lead to all sorts of psychological uneasiness. [...]

[...] A nurse by the name of Gaye washed Jane’s hair this morning; I told my wife it looked good. [...]