“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Both of us had been appalled at the revelations coming through Jane’s pen, even if we did grudgingly admit that we understood, intellectually at least, many of the points that self made. [...]

[...] Those sessions represented largely futile activity, I thought, yet I gladly admitted that each one of them was as unique and creative as ever, no matter what its subject. [...]

[...] Jane was now very tired, and finally admitted it.)

When you honestly let yourself become aware of the slightest touch between your husband and yourself and honestly admit it and enjoy it, you are a step ahead.

[...] When you, now, Joseph, find yourself enraged, or even just upset, about world conditions or the behavior of your fellow men, certainly admit your feelings and express them. [...]

[...] And I have to admit that many of us have the feeling that our inner emotions are too hot to handle.

I’d read about such instances, but I have to admit that I thought they were highly imaginative accounts until I found myself guiding Miss C. The point is that she was so frightened of death, she didn’t realize it was all over. [...]

To me it was tantamount to intellectual suicide to even admit the possibility that Seth actually was a personality who had survived death. [...]

You are ashamed to admit that to some extent you resent the payments that you both make, and this is the main reason why these fears were not recognized sufficiently by the ego, but forced into the subconscious where they made themselves known in this manner.

When energy in its performance brings about a complete change of form, as it does when a seed seems to grow into a blade of grass, what you have here is merely such a complete difference between the gradations which you are able to perceive, that finally you are forced to admit that the thing you take to be continuous matter has somehow or other become something entirely different.

[...] She had not told me before the session began, but now admitted that she had been very tired by 9 PM, after painting all day. [...]

[...] I could always make another attempt tomorrow morning, of course, but for some reason I was rebelling at admitting my failure today.

[...] It did not understand the inner communication of the animals, and certainly it did not admit any altruistic animal intent. [...]

[...] You know more about your nightly excursions than you admit to yourself. [...]

[...] He is like a child begging for a piece of frosty cake, and I must admit I was tempted to shove his head in the frosting.

[...] However I have been unfair, and I will admit it. [...]

[...] The ego finds such occurrences extremely distracting and annoying, and when forced to admit their validity will resort to the most far-fetched rationalizations to explain them.

While I admit that many people will not agree with me (smile), I know from experience that most individuals do not choose one “happy” life after another, always ensconced in a capable body, endowed by nature or heritage with all of the gifts most people seem to think they desire.

[...] Again, the return to the natural world reinforces feelings of creature brotherhood, and serves to connect you with your kind, even while you admit the vast differences in beliefs, customs, religions and so forth.

[...] When the nature and behavior of energy as it is seen in action is understood, and when it is applied to the mobility of the human personality, then such sessions as ours will be taken for granted, though this I admit will take a while.

[...] I’ve always been upset by this, and several recent visitors have admitted reading only the Seth books. [...]

I must admit that I did feel somewhat guilty, imposing on you on an off night. [...]