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[...] They concerned the opposing uses of personal power by two individuals whom we’d encountered within the last week: the woman lawyer who had interrupted the session last Wednesday evening, and who is so afraid of her power; and the young classical guitarist who had visited us last night, and who revels in the positive use of his power. [...]

[...] It is as though you had an unlimited bank of abilities and characteristics from which to draw, and yet were afraid of doing so — fearing that any addition could make you less instead of more. [...]

[...] Certainly it is usually taken for granted that suicides are afraid of life. [...]

[...] Still, I was afraid the repetitious noise might bother Jane as she sat quietly in trance. [...]

[...] The other couple, while headed in the same direction, are frightened of the high ledge that must be covered, and afraid that it can lead to a dead end.

At the very least, you should have your rugs cleaned, even if you are grumpy, both of you, for a day, since you are obviously spoiled now and afraid of cold bare floors.

(Exactly, I’m afraid.)

[...] I was afraid our beliefs ruled our lives so completely, were so pervasive, that we’d never get out of their mazes. [...]

[...] In the face of those fears, Ruburt did progress from someone who was afraid to read poetry to friends, to someone who ran an excellent class of nearly 50 people—all of the time denying that any fears existed. [...]

In a strange fashion because of his fears, now—and these particular fears can be countered with communications with the unconscious, and with understanding—he was afraid simply that so many people knew of his existence. [...]

Your father represented what you thought of as the secret, isolated creative self—more or less at odds with the world, unappreciated by it in family or financial terms; the alone, artistic self you thought unable to communicate, inarticulate and dumb, locked away from close communication with others, and indeed barraged by misunderstandings because of its very creativity—emotionally frozen, afraid to show itself.

He was also afraid of spontaneity not related to creativity because of his feeling that his father went willy-nilly and produced nothing. [...]

[...] Again, he has been afraid of mentioning some, because the walking is not better. [...]

[...] Indeed though, we were half afraid to begin, for fear that nothing would happen. [...]

[...] In the past you have been afraid of what you considered, but no longer consider, the chaos of inwardness. And he was afraid of what he considered the frozen nature of the inwardness, once formed.

I am afraid that I will have Ruburt continue with the shorter psychological time period again until our next session. [...]

[...] Ida was afraid to see the psychologist again, for fear that therapy would throw up evidence of this feared evil thing, and Dick is afraid of writing poetry again lest the intuitions upset his life. [...]

[...] Some of this is simply that he is afraid of pain if a muscle is suddenly let go. [...]

[...] You were afraid of getting burned. [...]

[...] He was afraid of his abilities and his burdens. [...] He was afraid they would drown him. [...]

[...] In fiction and poetry he allowed himself this intuitive freedom, but he was afraid to apply it to the real physical universe. [...]

This may seem to have little to do with our discussion concerning experience after death, and yet it has; for as you feel yourselves change now and experience the various alterations in your own personalities, you will not be afraid of those changes after death.

[...] “Watch me—I’m afraid I’ll fall asleep. [...]

[...] He was afraid of the cat, considering him wild and caged originally, as his mother had been in his interpretation, so he felt forced to help the cat (who did not have any love for him), as he felt before he had to help his mother—who would kill him if she had the chance.

[...] You were afraid that it was, or that unwittingly the symptoms would bring this about. [...]

[...] Somewhat in the same way, you let your questions and problems physically emerge, where they would be out in the open, and Ruburt would no longer be afraid of your problems as well as his own, as he used to be.

Ruburt should not be afraid, or ashamed, of the panicky feelings. [...]

[...] And you are tempted at times to close these off for that reason, but you are also afraid that you have gone so far so quickly that the abilities cannot be closed off, and you cannot close the channel. [...]

You were also afraid that the Buddha would escape in the night, that through you, unknowingly, you could release this sort of thing outward. [...]

[...] You were afraid to approach it. [...]

[...] She was afraid I’d be bothered, also.

You are afraid, and he is, unconsciously, that you will fall off the edges of the known universe, that the conscious mind won’t function out of the body, and that only chaos will meet you, and this is not the case. There are some differences here between what you consciously tell yourself and what you unconsciously are afraid of and what you unconsciously believe. [...]