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[...] But when this is admitted, then we must admit also that present events can alter the past, for there is no element in the past that has a different structure or composition or characteristic, that is not present in the future.

[...] Ruburt didn’t feel free to simply admit that he did not like the public arena. [...]

[...] I must admit that I am still rather surprised to understand, finally, that Jane has entertained feelings of inferiority about her abilities as related to those of Seth.

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

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

[...] (Pause.) Mr. Edwards admits that he calls upon surviving personalities, healers who have survived death in your terms. In the past Ruburt would not admit, basically, that such survival was a fact, much less ask for help from such quarters.

[...] He did not admit his anger, and attempted to soothe himself with other suggestions.

[...] This admits traffic noise also, and as we prepared for the session we were quite conscious of the difference compared to the quiet back room.

[...] Still I admitted that I was upset.)

(9:58.) For a while, though he would not admit it, he felt that he would be welcomed with open arms by someone, meaning some system. [...]

These previous cozy hopes of such acceptance were quite necessary to couch him as he went about his own searches, because he did not want to admit that he was, in a way, now, alone. [...]

(I must admit the next day, as I type these notes, that regeneration or no, I had a “relapse” into the old chest difficulty this afternoon after washing the bedroom windows at Jane’s request. [...]

[...] Of course he would not consciously admit these feelings, considering such sentiments were unbecoming on his part. [...]

[...] By all means, as you suggested, a complete honesty of feelings should be admitted. [...]

[...] I must admit I hadn’t noticed as I got her ready for lunch. [...]

[...] I am at times, I admit, mischievous. [...]

[...] As we ate lunch Jane finally admitted that somehow she had failed to snap out of the desired state at the regular end of her psy-time period.

[...] (Smile, eyes open.) I am, you must admit Joseph, a very patient man.

(10:l4.) The benefits of such distractions do indeed, I admit, seem quite invisible to you, and in your joint experiences they often appear simply as nuisances. [...]

[...] Without being aware of it, I’d begun to lose weight after she was admitted to the hospital, and by now my loss had reached the point where others began to notice it. [...]

[...] Ending our material for Ruburt and yourself, I want you both to arouse your own creative daring, and dare to believe that the body does know what it is doing, even if at times you must admit your own confusion, or even dismay, because that dismay is usually the result of your misunderstanding of events.

Yet, even when we admit the inspirational and supportive nature of dreams, even when we learn to recall dreams and apply them to daily life, we still only begin to glimpse their multidimensional reality. [...]

[...] Most psychologists would not admit the existence of a definite structured universe in which dream acts, rather than physical acts, happen. [...]

[...] It means that we must allow ourselves greater flexibility, look into ourselves, admit the fears and release the energy used in repression. [...]

[...] She said Carla had told her that she was on duty the night of the day Jane was admitted to the hospital April 20, just a year ago. [...]

[...] She then admitted that she’d become frightened today because she’d been coughing up mucous occasionally. [...]