“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The other day Ruburt received a telephone call from a woman in California who was in difficulty. [...]

(10:09.) If Ruburt had tried to visit the woman by plane he would have followed the curve of the earth, but in those terms the energy went through in the “straightest” way.⁷

[...] Ruburt was momentarily allied with the woman.

[...] And you, Philip, were twice a woman and once a Moor of some considerable stature, as well as the personality in Boston which I have already related.

He was in a different position when he was a woman, and if I may give away secrets, he was beaten by one pigheaded husband who had a snout to match.

[...] Yet, throughout your history no man or woman has died who did not want to die, regardless of the state of medical technology. [...]

[...] A man or woman who is ready to die, if saved from one disease will promptly get another, or find a way of fulfilling that desire. [...]

In the overall, then, violent shows provide a service, in that they usually promote the sense of a man’s or a woman’s individual power over a given set of circumstances. [...]

[...] In this and all instances regarding health, each woman should weigh all the evidence, examine her beliefs, and make her own decisions.”

He will be reborn as a woman. [...]

[...] This is why you trust the male qualities in Ruburt; why Richard chose a family in which he married where the males have been dominant, and why Loren chose for a wife a woman with more vitality than he.

[...] She’d been terrified holding sessions, way back in the beginning, for the woman in Louisiana who had MS. [...]

Now, I have been a woman in several reincarnations. [...]

[...] [We’d also had an unannounced visitor—a Korean woman lawyer—from Los Angeles the other day.] Naturally we’re turning away all visitors because of the time element. [...]

[...] The woman through whom I speak found herself in an unusual situation, comma, for no theories — metaphysical, psychological, or otherwise — could adequately explain her experience. [...]

[...] You were quite vain yourself, and as a woman you certainly put your present wife to shame as far as vanity is concerned.

[...] Without the loyalty that you are learning as a woman your character had serious defects. [...]

[...] Ruburt makes a lovely woman, though he would have been horrified at the transformation.

[...] A man and a woman in the photograph. The woman wearing a light-colored hat and dress; either this or the dress and hat are in strong sunlight. [...]

[...] There’s a woman connected with him, a sister, who helps him somehow. [...] A group of 4 people; he and a woman are one... [...]

[...] The notation mentioned your name, along with other names of artists whose works were under consideration by that woman to be placed in business offices.

The notation was on a desk in the woman’s apartment, and Ruburt had not seen it, and was not familiar with it in the ordinary fashion. [...]

[...] She became an independent woman, and — again in your historical context — when it took some doing for a woman to distinguish herself.

[...] Again, the official mind says that it was a coincidence that this couple were, in their way, artistically inclined, enjoyed painting and writing, free-lanced, and still lived in an apartment after some years of marriage — and that the man was relatively quiet in contrast to the woman (with amusement). Yet again probabilities merge, for the woman could well have been a writer, the man an artist; and seeing Ruburt and Joseph, they related with other probabilities inherent in their own natures.

(Just before she took a nap this noon, Jane received a letter from a man who explained that he’d married a woman with genetic deformities of her hands. [...]

[...] Now, I see upon a chair, a woman who is not there. [...]

(Malba said that she is still a woman where she is; she can see herself; she is not transparent for instance. [...]

[...] For you are fascinated with physical reality, and you are in as deep a trance now as the woman is through whom I write this book.

A particular grown woman’s ensemble in a store with an orange awning or in the window, with a high price tag. [...]