“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Because you know that somehow you breathe, without consciously being aware of the actual mechanics being involved, you are forced despite your inclinations to admit that you do do your own breathing. When you cross a room you are forced to admit that you have caused yourself to cross the room, even though consciously you have no idea of willing the muscles to move or of stimulating one muscle or another; and yet even there, though you admit these things, you do not believe them. In your quiet unguarded moments you still say who breathes, who dreams, and even who moves? How much easier it would be to admit freely and wholeheartedly the simple fact that you are not consciously aware of important vital parts of yourself, and that you are more than you know you are.

Therefore, with such an unnatural division it seems to man that he does not know himself. He says “I breathe, but who breathes, since consciously I cannot tell myself to breathe or not to breathe?” He says “I dream, but who dreams? I cannot tell myself to dream or not to dream.” He cuts himself in half, then wonders why he is not whole. Even in my own lifetimes on your plane I sensed this basic contradiction. Man has consistently admitted to the evidence only those things he could see, smell, touch or hear, and in so doing he could only appreciate half of himself. And when I say half of himself I exaggerate. He is aware of only a third of himself, because two-thirds of himself exists in that realm to which he will not admit.

It is on your part more than anything else, a simple refusal to admit into existence anything that is not a camouflage pattern. Camouflage patterns are of course, with again some exceptions, essentials on any plane, since each type represents the actual form of the plane and the various characteristics within it. Nevertheless it is possible, and actually much more efficient and simple, to accept this fact and also realize and admit the inner vitality behind the camouflage.

[...] To admit a need for comfort or to admit fears would put him, in your eyes, in the same category as all these others.

[...] He could not admit his fears to himself nor share them with you. [...]

[...] She caught herself not wanting to admit these, but we talked it out. [...]

Because you know that you breathe, without being consciously aware of the mechanics involved, you are forced to admit that you do your own breathing. When you cross a room, you are forced to admit that you have caused yourself to do so, though consciously you have no idea of willing the muscles to move, or of stimulating one tendon or another. Yet even though you admit these things, you do not really believe them.

[...] Man has admitted only those things he could see, smell, touch or hear; and in so doing, he could only appreciate half of himself. [...]

[...] Who moves?’ How much easier it would be to admit freely and wholeheartedly the simple fact that you are not consciously aware of vital parts of yourself and that you are more than you think you are.

[...] The muscles were already contracted in your body because you did not admit your true feelings.

[...] So before he even admits to himself what he feels, hiding any acknowledgement of aggression, he bends down and says, “My good man, may you live long and heartily. [...]

[...] The most important thing, however, is to acknowledge the feeling as legitimate, with its own realm of existence, to admit it as a part of yourself. [...]

(Yet she finally admitted that she knew she’d succeeded with my mother — not with my father, though. As to her own mother, Marie, I said it was perfectly okay to admit that she didn’t succeed there, or chose to withdraw or admit failure. [...]

You are excellent teachers, I must admit. However, Joseph, while I admit I came uninvited, and while I understand the reason for last night’s absence, I took it for granted that we would have our regular session this evening. [...]

[...] However he was willing to listen to me irregardless, and I must admit that in no way do I understand your cutting me off in such a brusque manner.

[...] Because, Philip, you are such a good witness, and I must admit because I too have known you in the past, I consider you an old friend, and we shall to some extent renew acquaintance.

An inability to face or admit, or solve, physical problems, can also be reflected in the physical condition, and reactivate earlier sensitivities, leading to a sense of hopelessness. [...]

[...] He loves you so deeply that he never wants to admit that you are hurt, bitter or sad. [...]

[...] I am telling you that when your entire physical circumstances appear hopeless to you, then you must change them, or honestly admit that these are the circumstances within which you must work, and not fool yourself. [...]

The change, while admittedly advantageous, reflects the fact that people are being helped, and that in our way we are able to help them change their picture of reality for the better, and to enlarge their understanding.

He is now at a point where he can use this kind of help, where admittedly in the past he was not (period).

If you do not want to do these things, and you are sure you do not, then admit it, without relying upon the symptoms as a handy excuse.

[...] They are contracted because you have not admitted, in this point admittedly of future spiritual progression, that you wanted to wring his neck, so you say nothing but wish him well. [...]

Now three weeks later we have another encounter and our poor ignorant workman falls asleep again at his chore and our good minister comes by and he looks and he sees the idle one upon the floor snoozing and he thinks, I would like to kick you in the you know where, but he thinks, oh no, I cannot think such an unChristian thought and violence is wrong, so before he even admits to himself what he feels and hiding from himself any acknowledgment of aggression. [...]

[...] The most important thing, however, is to acknowledge the feeling as a legitimate feeling with its own realm of existence, to admit it as a part of yourself and then choose as to how you want to deal with it. [...]

[...] The medium could telepathically receive this information—then subconsciously act it out, of course; this has to be admitted as a possible explanation.)

[...] I admit that the circumstances, the voice, may make me sound severe. [...]

[...] As a rule you do not admit this knowledge. [...]

[...] You will shove down all kinds of impulses, and so you will not know yourself, and you will block off impulses that you really should accept, recognize and admit as portions of yourself. [...]

[...] Felt much better today, mentally and physically—roused, enthusiastic—followed Seth’s suggestions as far as I recalled them from last night and with I admit, results. [...]

I admit that this certainly seems to be the case. [...]

I have to admit that I am touched and embarrassed, because Rob and I have always made it on our own until now. [...]

[...] Her doctor, Marsha Kardon, had had her admitted at supper time the day before [May 20, Thursday] because the middle finger of Jane’s left hand had begun to turn blue from the last joint to the nail. [...]

[...] She’d suspected vasculitis when Jane had been first admitted to Arnot Ogden early in February, but tests had ruled it out. [...]

[...] A few minutes later, as I was hurriedly throwing a few things into a bag, Dr. K. called again, to say that we could save the emergency room fee if she had Jane admitted directly into a room. [...]

[...] (The rewards are considerable though, I admit.)

[...] He is saying, really, is it safe to admit all feelings now? [...]

[...] Seth admits he is part of the game and was, in a sense, created by Gene. [...]

[...] We’re all Buddhas, but we won’t admit it.”)

[...] I do admit my voice, as it came through here, may not be as melodious. [...]

[...] My material, you must admit, is rather heavy and can become ponderous at times, but you will understand yourselves far better and the world in which you live, and the tulips, if you study the material. [...]

Now you must admit that I have set you some example. [...]

[...] If you are mad at somebody, admit it to yourself instead of hitting them and without the physical contact, that will release the negative feeling you have toward that person?”)

[...] What I want you to do is to admit here the things that are important to you that you have not told. [...]

[...] Such a child will often be quite conscious of the reason for the affair: he or she may openly admit the fact that the injured part was purposefully chosen so that a dreaded test at school could be missed, and the child might well think that the injury was little enough to pay for the desired effect that it produced.

[...] To a large extent they will (underlined) the events of their lives — whether or not they are willing to admit this to themselves, and they will (underlined) to die.