“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Or Ruburt, feeling displeasure with Prentice on any occasion, would find it difficult to admit to you.

[...] When I got to 330 Jane told me that Shawn Peterson had been admitted to intensive care last night with chest pains, but that the tests so far have been negative. [...]

[...] All of this adds up to a good amount of bodily commotion, I admit.

[...] His subconscious, however, knowing its own beliefs which were given it by the conscious self, after all, feels highly threatened, for it knows not more about Ruburt than he does, but more than Ruburt will admit he knows. [...]

[...] I must admit I don’t understand why each thing we do seems to make matters worse. [...]

[...] He is also within each spider, shadow, and frog, and this is what man does not like to admit.

[...] Before we held the private session for last December 1, I had admitted to her my fear that she was gradually cutting down on her communication with the world.¹¹

[...] Sweetheart, I’ll have to admit that sometimes I wonder….”

[...] (She began to slack off from Magical Approach early last October—two months ago—after working well on the first three chapters.) Tonight, I even speculated, admitted my fear, that in a way she’s embarked upon a long-range campaign to at least drastically reduce, if not eliminate, her communication with the world, for one sacrifice follows another in an order that can hardly be accidental, Jane revealed that she’d had similar thoughts.

“I do admit that from your standpoint—or viewpoint—that it may be very difficult to accept some of the statements that I make [which] appear perhaps even to be directly contradictory to your observation of Ruburt on a daily basis, and to his own experience of himself.

Despite the failings with which they were saddled they understand their own failings subconsciously, but neither of them can afford to admit anything in a conscious manner. [...]

Joseph, you have helped your parents in more ways than I can tell you now, and given them more comfort than they can consciously admit. [...]

[...] We may be more “prisoners,” or more deeply rooted in our times and concepts, than we like to admit. [...]

[...] Conceivably, each of us could be a mixed bag of ancestral and reincarnational heritages, then—more “mongrelized” than we may care to admit. [...]

“Each cell believes in a better tomorrow (quietly, with amusement). I am, I admit, personifying our cell here, but the statement has a firm truth. [...]

[...] She admitted it, that she’d been blue. [...]

[...] To them are assigned creative musical abilities, for example, but for a long time these were “underground” activities: They gave birth to acceptable musical productions but were not admitted themselves into the concert halls of the respectable nation.

[...] Unconscious material is admitted into consciousness according to those beliefs an individual holds about himself, his reality, and his place in it. [...]

[...] I said I felt that her fears were behind much of her hip discomfort, and she had admitted to feelings of fear several times lately—including today when she did her notes. [...]

This tale, I admit, is far more difficult to understand than a simple story of God’s creation of the world, or its actual production in a meaningless universe through the slippery hands of chance—and yet my story is more magnificent because elements of its truth will find resonance in the minds and hearts of those open enough to listen. [...]

[...] Yet the church must admit the separate reality of the devil and numerous demons, because their existences are given in the Gospels. [...]

[...] Crosson, not admitting it to himself, is afraid that he cannot hold an audience sufficiently and he wants help. [...]

[...] Jane finally admitted earlier today that she’s had only seven sessions since then because she didn’t want to make too much extra work for me while I’m busy with the complicated notes for that book. [...]

[...] Only in dreams in your time, in your society, is the male free to cry unabashedly, to admit any kind of dependency, and only at certain occasions and usually in relative privacy is he allowed to express feelings of love.

[...] Such reactions are carefully screened out and not admitted to consciousness. The ego finds such instances distracting and annoying, and when forced to admit their validity, will resort to the most farfetched rationalizations to explain them.

[...] (Long pause.) This reality is a basic part of your present existence, and simply represents a dimension of actuality that the ego cannot, by its nature, admit.

[...] The ego does not recognize elements of the future when they do appear within dreams, and it does not therefore admit them into perceptive patterns. [...]