“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She well remembered the young man who gracefully assisted her off the banister in the second dream. [...] Jane doesn’t recall this young man’s features specifically, nor for that matter the features of any of the other males. [...]

In the dream however I was a young man with olive skin, from a previous existence. [...]

[...] I was showing a young man in his early twenties some things about drawing. [...]

(Humorously:) He wants you to be a success while you are young enough to enjoy it. [...]

[...] Several of the young people I work with planned to gather this evening in the downstairs apartment. The young couple mentioned in the 184th session live downstairs, and I also work with them. [...]

[...] Seth’s voice boomed out loudly for the last paragraph above—and as it did so young Willy instantly snapped to attention.

Now, my dear young man. [...]

[...] (Eyes closed, smiling, Jane leaned toward Pete.) Now, my dear young man, quite innocently, you have made an early and understandable error. [...]

[...] I do not know if this is our young friend’s grandfather, or the grandfather’s father, you see.

[...] Probably we would have preferred that our friends, two young men and two young ladies, do more background reading before meeting Seth; on the other hand, with the coming publication of Jane’s book we have been somewhat curious as to the reaction of interested friends to Seth. [...]

(An impromptu unscheduled session was held last Friday evening, November 5, for a group of young people. [...]

[...] I have been young and old; as I have existed you shall exist. [...]

(“The kid—the two boys or young men, seemed to be headed in the direction of Bob Kinner’s old coffeehouse that we went to ...a farmhouse on the left, and a curve, the road curves to the right.

[...] Jane and I hoped that Seth would come through with more information, since the evening was still young.

[...] 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.

Again, however, this represents the male lives with which the self has been involved — the young boy, the priest, the aggressive “jungle man,” and the wise old man. [...]

Now my young friend, and all my dear young friends, first of all Joan Grant is a highly intelligent and very gifted woman. [...]

Now, this class worked for our young friend because she was ready to use her abilities and open to use her abilities and prepared. [...]

[...] Now one of these shifts may also concern a young man, he will either suddenly leave or it will be a young man suddenly arriving on the scene. [...]

In any case, there is no need to rush ahead where young ladies may fear to tread. [...]

On our young bride’s part... [...]

[...] Sarah’s father did something for the cobbler, so he made shoes for the young brother and she was in the shop to get the shoes.

[...] The boy Albert was too young to take his place when he died, so the village didn’t have a cobbler for a couple of years. [...]

(Young Sarah’s dress was dirty. [...]

Now we will address a portion of this session to our dear young friend.

Now my dear young friend for whom I have great affection, there is no other way. [...]

I wish you then a hearty good evening, and to your friend, our present beloved young woman, Ruburt’s Pat Norelli, my best wishes for a beginning now, of vitality and joy, as you throw aside all conditions, and accept your life for what it is and will (underlined) be—a joy, an exaltation to yourself, and a help to all those you will still contact.

[...] She also will die young or has already died but will not reach adulthood. [...]

He was looking for someone like the young boy, someone whose actions would result in his death, but in a death without malice, a death that would in its way serve an important purpose. For the “accident” saved the young man’s life, and this was our father’s final gift to the world. [...]

[...] For my part, although I believe Seth’s contention that there are basically no accidents, I was still torn between understanding of that premise, and outrage that a young drunk could wreak such havoc on a seemingly innocent family of seven people. [...]

(I told Jane that I hoped Frank Longwell had gotten his young friend to mow the grass this afternoon, as he’d promised to do this morning, but nothing doing. [...]

I hesitate to ask our young friend.

Any chance whatsoever covers much territory, young man. [...]

[...] It is not everyday I have young women cringing before me... [...]

[...] First let some energy flow through your own being and feel it refresh you and make you young and strong and vital and know that it resides within you all of the time. [...]

(Once we were back upstairs in our living room, the music led me to talk about peer groups involving young people. [...]

(“Over here now,” Jane said, designating her upper left, “is Seth on what you were just saying about peer groups — how young people feel it’s so important to fit in with their own kind, and why. [...]

[...] 2. What about the young psychologist we met at Oswego during our visit to see Instream? [...]

[...] You approached him because of your own quite conventional feelings, that because he was comparatively young he would be broadminded. [...]