“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It takes on more roles, you see, and the psychological structure becomes more complicated as the inner self becomes sure enough of itself to admit ever more stimuli, while still retaining its own core.

[...] She was herself; but in the interweavings of probabilities, while certain agreed-upon historic events were accepted, she admitted into her reality whatever portions of your probable reality she chose. [...]

[...] This is, I admit, somewhat of a play on words. [...]

[...] “It turned into too much work,” more than one student ruefully admitted. [...]

[...] Almost at once, and I must admit, much to my astonishment, I succeeded. [...]

[...] I blush to admit the fact, but at one time I did call you Yoyo.

If you trusted only your so-called scientific method, then you would not admit that you have ever even had a psychological experience, since it takes up no space and exists independently of time. [...]

(Again forcefully:) In terms that I admit are difficult to describe, the creative solutions will change the course of history in the past, so that variations are taken, and technology does not progress in the same way that it “has” in your experience.

[...] Also, government people cannot bear to admit something they cannot explain.

Seth admitted that he was the one who spoke to Phil. [...]

[...] And I must admit that such was the involvement in the problem at hand when the family did convene on October 4, that I completely forgot the dreams at the time, never realizing that I had dreamed of a family get-together 10 days before it took place. [...]

To admit his purpose, however, to bring it out into the open, would mean for Ruburt a private and public statement of affiliation such as he was not able to make earlier. [...]

[...] I am, I admit, personifying our cell here, but the statement has a firm truth. [...]

[...] To think that I am to some admittedly large extent dependent upon his development! [...]

I had to admit that I hadn’t. Yet most of the names and dates I had given that day had checked out, and one point in particular—unknown to my student—was later corroborated by a relative.

[...] If a psychologist wants to say simply that the whole thing was hallucination, then he would have to admit that it was hardly random, but well directed, to a point and for a purpose. [...]

[...] I admit I feel much more free than I do when I have people’s emotions to deal with. [...]

[...] I must admit that at this time I’m pretty well puzzled as how to best help her. [...]

[...] I admit I wondered what Rev. Lowe would think, and hoped he didn’t expect something like a prayer meeting. [...]

A note added a month later: Jane’s journal entry is indeed a last one, for on the 26th of February, 18 days after finishing her work for Dreams, she was admitted to a local hospital for treatment of hearing difficulties, rheumatoid arthritis, and several other afflictions. [...]