“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] For example, a well-intentioned woman was here recently. [...] The woman said she never went back. [...]

(Pause.) Actually the woman’s condition hid her primary impulse: to communicate better with her husband, to ask him for definite expressions of love. [...]

Another woman [friend] found a small sore spot on her breast. [...]

A woman in the background with a connection with Winchester… Rochester? [...]

[...] And an A, with a large family and a particular picture of the family, old, three girls with large hair ribbons, two boys, several years older, picture taken on porch steps very early 1900’s. Perhaps in a city B or the name begins with B. And a sister, a career woman before this was general practice.

Very old woman lived there, a relative, like a great grandmother, or great aunt perhaps.

A woman in the background with a connection with Winchester... [...]

[...] And an A, with a large family and a particular picture of the family, old, three girls with large hair ribbons, two boys, several years older, picture taken on porch steps very early 1900’s. Perhaps in a city B or the name begins with B. And a sister, a career woman before this was general practice. [...]

Very old woman lived there, a relative, like a great grandmother, or great aunt perhaps. [...]

I have the impression of a woman and a shorter woman or child, perhaps. [...]

(“…impression of a woman and a shorter woman… The impression has to do with shapes. [...]

[...] One bending down or over, perhaps a woman, and another smaller person, facing each other. [...]

[...] Or the object that I pick up as a woman is a blue one.

Watching the hand in transition, changes apparent as they happened, joints and knuckles becoming very thick and large, flesh seeming to disappear so that hand became thinner otherwise,hand taking on the look of a very old woman’s, exceedingly bony, with the large, they said, exceptionally large, joints obvious; Rose frightened; Sally said the hand looked so stiff that it was here she asked me if I could bend the fingers, it was here I couldn’t answer her but did try to bend the hand; and at this point decided to give myself suggestions to come out of trance and for hand to return to normal. [...] My own hands are bony—but no, Rose said that my hand now was the normal hand of a young woman and it definitely had been an old woman’s hand; a very old woman’s hand. [...]

[...] The priestess, the mother, the young witch, the wife, and the old wise woman — these general types are archetypes, simply because they are “root elements” representing, symbolically, the various kinds of so-called female qualities and the various kinds of female lives that have been lived by males.

[...] However, the women do not need to be reminded of their femaleness, but again, so that they do not overidentify with their present sex, there is what Jung called the “animus,” or the hidden male within the woman.

[...] On some occasions, for example, the woman may go overboard and exaggerate female characteristics, in which case the animus or male within comes to her aid, bringing through dream experiences an onrush of knowledge that will result in compensating malelike reactions.

[...] The anima or woman within will rouse him to make compensating actions, causing an upsurge of intuitive abilities, bringing a creative element to offset aggressiveness.

I find myself following the two woman who have just left here. They are on their way, or rather, have just arrived at the home of the woman who lives in this town. [...]

I pick up an incipient malignancy in the woman whose husband recently died. [...] I say incipient because the condition is momentarily at a point where it can develop cancerous globules; or the condition, a beginning tumor, can retreat and shrink, and entirely disappear, according to the inner climate of the woman’s psyche.

[...] Under no circumstances should this information I have given you be passed on to the woman involved, or to any of her friends.

He was shocked by the earlier information that I had given concerning the woman, and this led him to block further information for the evening. [...]

[...] For those of you who need it said, I say it: A woman is as intellectual as a man. A man is as intuitive as a woman. [...]

[...] A woman or a man? [...]

Those characteristics are set in the form of an elderly woman whose pace bespeaks wisdom. [...]

[...] The woman is alone, with many empty rooms behind her, signifying that you set yourself apart from the many worlds of commerce in your day—meaning social commerce—and that such an understanding can also bring loneliness. [...]

[...] Yet the woman is not weak, but strong: nor is she unaware of some irony in the situation.

[...] The [name] Johnson brings in the woman’s sense of strength, and yet says that she is of ordinary heritage—a person of the earth, a powerful person in her way—and the connections with your associations have to do with the late President Johnson. [...]

(I asked her about Seth, a male, speaking through a woman. She said she suspected that as a woman she’d have more authority if she spoke as a male. [...] She recalled that once Seth said that if he’d come through as a woman she wouldn’t have stood for it. [...]

[...] She felt the men didn’t pay her serious attention at the science-fiction conference 27 years ago because she was a woman. The same with the psychic stuff: a hysterical woman. [...]

(To Virginia:) There seems to be on your part a relationship with another woman, either an older woman or a woman you feel to be older. [...]

[...] (Pause.) There seems to be another younger woman connected with the older woman and in the background. [...]

(The older woman referred to by Seth is Virginia’s aunt, the younger is the aunt’s daughter-in-law. The older woman is Virginia’s mother’s only sister. [...]

[...] After our break he said, “The woman is grasping in a way that is disastrous to those with whom she comes in contact.” He added that the woman “would have used you as a buffer between herself and another male, and as a bargaining point, exaggerating your slightest interest. [...] Then he gave considerable background information, saying that the woman had a child and was involved with another man. [...]

During our first break, Phil explained: A month earlier he’d been speaking to a young woman in a local bar, when he heard a clear, loud, male voice say, “No, no,” very emphatically. [...] Nothing like this had ever happened to him before, and he was so startled that he muttered a quick excuse to the woman and left the bar.

All of this was highly interesting to Phil, who had no idea where the woman lived, and knew nothing about her except her name and probable age. [...] He found out the woman’s address from the bartender and drove down the street to discover that Seth knew what he was talking about. [...]

[...] If so (and I doubt it), then Seth certainly had information about the woman and the affair that Phil didn’t have.

[...] Later, a woman dies who is well-known to a group of people who are with Ruburt. The woman represents Ruburt’s old beliefs, the woman that he was, so to speak. [...]

[...] It involved Jane washing the internal organs of a woman who’d died and had been well-known to a group of people—someone like Jane herself. [...]

[...] The woman is picking up and reacting to the negative thoughts of those who believe recovery is impossible.

[...] A change in the husband’s attitude will affect the attitude of the ill woman.

[...] All those surrounding the woman absolutely must refrain from attitudes of hopelessness and negative suggestions, either implied or spoken. [...]

People have not seemed to have confidence in the woman, or she does not feel that anyone is confident of her ability to cope with reality. [...]

[...] You never forgave yourself, and now in your first reincarnation as a woman since that time, you decided to be the vehicle through which he could enter physical reality again, and so became his mother in physical terms.

[...] Regardless of what you thought consciously therefore, you still inwardly blamed yourself for letting the child go, and therefore the difficulty with the womanly organs.

[...] You also still remember that the father of your child was a woman, and your sister, and so in this life you have found the relationship ambiguous.

(A note: The woman from Arizona sent Jane a telegram late Saturday afternoon, asking that Jane see her again, saying that she would wait several days at the Holiday Inn. [...] only to be told.< that the woman had left. [...] We had been out earlier Saturday, but evidently the woman had not been here. [...]

[...] Each of you felt that you should see the woman regardless of your feelings. The woman would have accepted a no. [...]

[...] The woman had come from so far away. [...]

[...] The other woman was an entirely different matter, yet you saw her also because you thought you must, or should. [...]

The impulsive and warm quality began with that midwest existence as a woman. Through the erratic nature of the woman’s personality he was actually able to be much kinder. [...]

[...] In the immediately previous life he was a woman, living in your own west, midwest.

[...] The choice in the past life of a woman’s personality represented a somewhat understandable weakness on his part, and yet it also represented bravery in a sense.

There is also another member of this particular family who is presently a woman, and there is also another member who is presently a man. [...]

The helper now is a woman. [...] The woman’s name now has a strong R sound. [...]

[...] In a life just previous to that one however, you were a woman with a bitter tongue, who spoke too often and too harshly, and so you set yourself among other things the task, in the Irish life, of speaking only to music. [...]

[...] The brawl being over a woman. [...]

[...] At that time this woman was also a male, and also known to you in the lifetime immediately previous, and as a man. [...]

[...] A picture of a woman. [...]

(“Can you say something about the picture of a woman?”)

[...] A distant connection—distant, now, with the year 1947, with the photograph of the woman. [...]

(“A picture of a woman.” [...]

[...] Whatever methods Ruburt chose to insure that you were childless you proclaimed with joy, glad that you were not the woman.

[...] You chose a woman (beside reincarnational reasons which you will finally be given one day) who would not bear children and who would have as strong a commitment as your own.

You would not be tempted toward conventionality, for your woman was not conventional. [...]