“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Your father has now strong feminine traits because in Boston in an immediately past life there was a woman—give us a moment—the first name was also Lillian. [...]

[...] The portrait is a portrait of Ruburt as a woman in one of the past lives mentioned—and in that particular instance, as a grandmother of twelve children. [...]

[...] Next time I shall be a willowy, spiritual, young woman, treading very softly and I shall sing “Ave Maria” as the glorious sun sinks in the west...and I shall tippy-toe to your window. [...]

[...] In larger terms, it is as natural for a man to love a man, and for a woman to love a woman, as it is to show love for the opposite sex. [...]

It should probably be noted here also that this suspicion of knowledge is intensified when the female sex is involved, for the legends quite erroneously give the impression that knowledge is twice as disastrous if possessed by a woman. [...]

[...] She is a woman with children grown, and they have a fine home in the country. [...]

[...] Your brother to some extent identified strongly with your father, seeing him as the intellectual, the inventor held in bonds, almost in thrall by the “emotional” demanding woman. [...]

[...] Two of these are woman I believe. [...]

Cocktails earlier (pause), and dinner, with a woman in a restaurant. [...]

[...] a young woman, the full figure, sitting facing me in a straight chair. [...]

[...] Just as I was opening the garage door, I met a woman who had pulled into the driveway, who has a tumor and wanted to see Jane. [...]

[...] I answered it, then Jane took over when she was out of trance; for five minutes or so she talked to a woman who lived a couple of hours away and wanted to come to ESP class.)

[...] In the dream state the child and the old man or woman can exist simultaneously, and the individual is made quite aware of the full range of creaturehood.

[...] Her mother was a poor young woman who lived and came from the same town that you did, thirteen miles from Dublin. [...]

The mother was the woman who had the illegitimate child. [...]

[...] The man and woman that you each are, are not threatened by love-making, parties, evenings out or vacations. [...]

[...] He is a sexually responsive and expressive woman. [...]

On the one hand the woman takes pleasure that he now seems to need her so desperately. [...]

[...] This applying to her specifically, for she would win you when she was an old woman.

A man or woman who knows hate also understands the difference between that emotion and love. [...]

[...] 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.

When he thinks in such terms he sees an old woman, crippled and alone, incapacitated, in a home, and the fear brings a feeling of powerlessness, not one of strength. [...]

Now I began by telling you that I was dictating this material through the auspices of a woman of whom I was quite fond. [...] The following paragraphs will be written by another personality, who stands relatively in the same position to me as I stand to the woman through whom I am now speaking.

[...] First of all, I have been many times both man and woman, and I have immersed myself in various occupations, but always with the idea of learning so that I could teach. [...]

[...] The involvement between the two personalities of the man and the woman at this time is a good one, as far as commitments previously in other lives is concerned. [...]

(February 10, Wednesday: While resting briefly just before noon, I saw a woman in some kind of ski outfit, in the lower branches of a tree. [...]

I believe a woman is involved, though she is not at this meeting, but seems to have something to do with the matter under consideration. [...]

I see the woman in a connection with yellow or gold.

[...] Jane was a woman medium in Boston a century or so ago, according to Seth, and possessed clairvoyant knowledge of her own death, at 82 or 83, from cancer.

We also have the impression of N A R or N A I R. Also the impression of a woman who was a widow.

[...] In the latter Seth tells us: “Seth Two stands relatively in the same position to me as I stand to the woman [Jane] through whom I am now speaking.”

[...] The woman wants the house badly. [...]

[...] But an individual has already decided to buy; and two will be bought shortly, one by a man and one by a woman.