“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] There you performed as a young man household chores but learned the flute from the younger son of the family. [...]

[...] 1832 there to 1856, a very short life, under I believe a czar, and during this life, you met your present husband who was a young girl, the brother (sister?) of one of your students. [...]

(Our visitors were a young couple from next door, stopping briefly before continuing on other errands. [...]

—I am convinced, young man, that you plan these remarks, they are so good. [...]

When you ask why you did not understand when you were young what you know now, you are ignoring the validity of your own past to some extent, and denying the accomplishments that have resulted—because it seems that you should now be much further on, so that you create a kind of artificial self who began where you are now, and with whom it seems you can never catch up. [...]

[...] A young male nurse or aide came in to take Jane’s temperature and pulse. [...]

[...] But when I looked outside, I saw a rundown row of apartments next door, and in the first doorway stood a young mother in ragged clothing, with several ragged children sitting on the steps, staring at me. [...]

(Pause at 9:15.) It is quite healthy, particularly at certain stages, for young children to sleep together in the same room or even in the same bed, as long as some opportunity for seclusion is provided to them when they want it—for at night the ancient families did indeed refresh and heal themselves. [...]

Indeed, so that your muscles tensed, your adrenaline production increased, you wanted to wring his neck and you stood there and said, God bless you my fine young fellow. [...] Now, telepathically, our fine young fellow knows exactly what you are feeling at the time. [...]

(Ican add later that this is the only session in the two volumes of “Unknown” Reality to be witnessed by someone other than myself: Our visitor was a young man I’ll call William Petrosky. [...]

[...] Our session is being witnessed by a student, a most intelligent young man (humorously). He also helps Ruburt with correspondence. [...]

[...] During our Sunday evening visit, Dr. Instream demolished the young psychologist’s diagnosis rather easily.

(A case in point, Dr. Instream continued, was our meeting with the young psychologist on Saturday evening. [...]

The child at such a time for one thing is not in the situation to do conflict with belief systems—it is too young and dependent. [...]

[...] Dick wants the young lady to marry him. [...]

[...] Look at it this way: The young woman through whom I speak once stated in a poem, and I quote: “These atoms speak, and call themselves my name.”

[...] Jane had begun delivering the Seth material late in 1963, and soon afterwards Seth started developing his ideas on probabilities.¹ Many times while looking at the snapshots since then I’d found myself speculating about the probable realities surrounding their two young subjects. [...]

[...] Your parents were young. [...]

[...] With her daughter, the young Marie then returned to her own parents, and the home that the family had rented for a number of years: half of a double dwelling in a poor neighborhood in Saratoga Springs, N.Y. Marie began experiencing the early stages of rheumatoid arthritis, but worked as much as possible.

Because of space travel a visitor might come as a young man, and return some 40 earth years later still appearing as a young man, leading to the idea of immortality and eternal youth of the gods.

[...] The young writer, aspiring, was no longer so young.

[...] Yet some exploits of his in his earlier life have been attributed to Christ — not as a young man, but earlier.

(11:02.) Many of the lessons “that come with age” will then be available to the young, but the old will not lose the spiritual elasticity of their youth. [...]

[...] We had one interruption right after she started: A young girl delivered a bowl of flowers from Steve and Tracy Blumenthal. [...]

[...] There is nothing so strange at this, since in physical life there is the definite difference between the body form of the child, the young adult, and the old man. [...]

(We also discussed a letter Jane had received today from a young man who’d visited us unannounced a couple of months ago; he thinks he’s being bugged by nasty voices from outer space; before that he’d insisted that Seth was speaking through him. [...]

The Village Voice is probably read by more creative young people, and more people in the arts, than any other New York paper. [...]