“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Even Chestnut Beads, written so long ago, published in an obscure-enough—forgive me (humorously)—pulp magazine, reaches out into time, and affects a woman’s movement that then did not exist in your terms: Ruburt’s imaginative act in writing Chestnut Beads was that concentrated.

[...] All were very brief, and over before I realized I had received them: April 30: Young woman with wide open mouth; full-face closeup. [...]

[...] If there are five, the fifth will be a woman, and one man in this group will later be of benefit to us. [...]

[...] The older woman (an aunt, killed at age 77) also wanted a quick death. [...]

[...] Your own artistic endeavors have influenced the young woman who was here this evening. [...]

[...] If they read Ruburt’s books, they must accept the fact that Ruburt, as a woman, without the world’s credentials, will dare to follow the dictates of the inner self, and this makes the entire affair more frightening to them, to a degree.

In his role as woman Ruburt would not want to appear in public with you unless he was gallantly and proudly escorted. [...]

[...] Eleanor, older and a woman, giving definite instructions, did represent an authority figure, both in literary terms and business-wise.

At the same time, and somewhat because of your attitudes, he felt his womanly reality a threat to both of you as artists. [...]

I’ve become quite interested in such an achievement in view of my recent but very limited successes in touching upon several personal “past” involvements: the two nameless Roman soldiers, and the woman called Maumee. [...]

[...] I was a woman, but not Evelyn. [...]

[...] A woman’s slumber is, after all, a private and sacred thing. Seth said this with a dry sense of humor, then added, See how prim that last sentence would sound without the lively inflection I managed to give to Ruburt’s voice? [...]

[...] Following this, reacting rather typically as a woman, he discovered that he did not believe enough good chairs were available.

Now, what you would want to do with a seventy-two year old woman is beyond me. [...]

You know one of these brothers in this existence, as a woman. [...]

[...] There were countless cults, and Ruburt as a woman was a prostitute priestess—the term is not a good one—of a particularly sensuous cult that had a connection with the land of Constantinople. [...]

(Pause at 10:55.) When a man or a woman feels no connection between personal reality and experience and the surrounding world, then he [or she] loses even an animal’s sense of pure competence and belonging. [...]

[...] Your father would have been more “comfortable” as a woman, and she as a male. [...]

[...] Each man does survive death, and each woman (with quiet amusement), but only such a literal-minded species would insist upon the physical death of a god-man as “proof of the pudding.”

Another single photograph of a child; also a photograph of a woman who is now the wife of the man to whom these photographs and the object belong.