“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] (Humorously:) Far be it from me to frighten a young girl (to Eve), although the girl is not so young and the girl has not always been a girl.

([Joel:] “But I am a young man.”)

[...] You see yourself with young people, but you will also be working with very old people. [...]

[...] In the first, I saw a young, black woman and a young, white woman on the corner of Walnut and Water Streets. [...]

[...] Then, I remembered that when he was a young man, Rob’s father did have motorcycles. [...]

I do not wish to make that kind of impression upon young ladies. [...] Young women always frighten me, but you do not see me quaking in terror. [...]

[...] I have said this many times and doubtlessly I will continue to say—when Ruburt’s familiar body is some 40 years older and my voice in comparison to Ruburt’s sounds like quite a young man (shouts)—That my energy should remind you of the energy that is inherent within yourself and that any energy that sweeps through this small frame comes from the same energy that gives you your vitality and strength and that should bring you joy and fulfillment. [...]

(I discussed with Seth the surprise with which Jane and I have watched young people take to his ideas on time, dreams, clairvoyance, telepathy, etc.; with this I speculated as to the reaction of Jane or myself had we been introduced to such ideas at the age of 20 or so. Seth said there was no cause for surprise here, that young people are intuitively aware of much more than one gives them credit for, and that when Jane and I meet young people who express interest we should help them by recommending books, giving our own ideas, etc.

[...] Now a young man. [...]

[...] Had Rob asked questions about the room, or had someone asked again about the young man’s mother’s maiden name [asked earlier] I am certain that Seth could have given the information—that “I” would have gone out after it while he spoke and controlled the mechanism. [...]

[...] A Bombay connection and an involvement with some brilliant work as a young man. [...]

Jane: What I imagine is that in Creative Writing class which consists here today of two people, Charlie’s mother, and Hope W., who is a young gal or a gal in, I don’t know how old, 30 maybe, no, 28. [...]

[...] In some simultaneous existences you are very young, however, and in others very old. [...]

[...] In one existence the old person is young. [...]

Ruburt found great comfort in the church as a young person, for if it created within its members the image of a Sinful Self, it also of course provided a steady system of treatment—a series of rituals that gave the individual some sense of hope the Sinful Self could be redeemed, as in most of Christianity’s framework through adherence to certain segments of Christian dogma. [...]

[...] I have said before that many creative people, highly gifted, have died young in one way or the other because their great gifts of creativity could find no clear room in which to grow. [...]

[...] The object was a sheet of yellow paper upon which our young friend Don Wilbur doodled various numbers and words on the evening of Friday, April 15. [...]

(“The word grand… a grandparent?” Our young friend Don Wilbur made the envelope object on his usual Friday night visit here with his wife Marilyn. [...]

(“The mountains have fallen fathoms into the sea, and still I am I,” wrote Jane in a poem when she’d been quite young.

[...] On August 7th at supper time a young fan appeared unexpectedly at the door. [...]

[...] That is why, for example, it often seems that young children can die so easily. [...]

[...] They die young. [...]

The body changes constantly, and there are rhythms of the soul, so that some people die young. [...]

[...] You can say “Why did my artistic talent not mature when I was young?” Yet the dimensions of personality are such that basically the question is shallow. [...]

[...] Consider the lengthy letter from the young English gentleman. [...]

Unless Ruburt does, no one will remark about this young man. [...]

[...] You wanted to wring his neck but you said, “God bless you, my fine young fellow. [...]

Telepathically, our fine young fellow knew exactly what you were feeling. [...]

[...] An effort should be made to involve the young woman in whatever activity is possible, to focus her attention away from her condition. [...]

(Long pause at 9:05.) He is presently encountering that kind of feeling, uncovering the reasons for it, and trying to recapture in a way the very young innocent self’s sense of faith. [...]

[...] When Ruburt (as Seth calls Jane) was a young girl he wrote a poem in which he declares: