“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] You had given up expecting from him, and you were afraid of being hurt once more.

[...] You have been worried about and afraid of the feminine aspects of your personality. [...]

[...] What does he expect?” At the same time, you are afraid that if you do appear as attractively as you can, that you will be hurt again by him, and you are unwilling to take the chance.

You have been afraid of displaying emotions. [...]

[...] I don’t know if I was more afraid that Seth could or couldn’t follow through.

“You’re afraid of putting this stuff to the test,” Rob said. [...]

[...] I was afraid that Seth’s claim to clairvoyance might be subconscious bluff—his or mine—and I didn’t know if I had enough courage to call the bluff or not. [...]

([Florence:] “Because I am afraid to know.”)

[...] And all of this because you were afraid that one stray aggressive thought of yours was more powerful than the vitality that resides in each of you. [...]

[...] Now by this analogy, you see, the soft voice is the holy voice and the loud voice is the wicked voice and the firm step is the bad voice and the soft step is the good voice and a strong desire is the bad desire and a weak one the good one so that you become afraid of projecting ideas outward or desires outward, for in the back of your mind you think that what is powerful is evil and what is weak is good and must be protected and coddled and prayed for and begged for. [...]

[...] She was very afraid to get pregnant, and never fooled around. After our marriage she was afraid of being pregnant, thinking it would wreck our careers. [...]

One line I’d forgotten put the situation rather clearly, though: I was afraid that Seth’s work and my own might have some fatal flaw to which I was blind, so that I suppose by trusting the inner self and individual inspiration, I might actually also be opening up that horrendous Pandora’s box. [...]

[...] I must have gotten to the point where I thought, “Okay, if you’re afraid to trust yourself completely, and your own life, let’s take a taste of what it’s like to have no other place to turn but the world of conventional medicine and beliefs.” [...]

[...] You are afraid of losing them. [...]

[...] Seth had remarked that the uncomfortable feeling came because she’d been afraid of hope. [...]

[...] I’m afraid that when I opened the letter and saw the check for the $18,000, I felt no reaction at all. [...]

[...] They are often afraid to express love, or to accept emotional nourishment gracefully.

[...] Then I get the feeling that scares you even more—that you’re scared to death of the hospital, and yet you’re afraid to dismiss your doctor and say to hell with the whole bit—I must be hiding stuff, see, because I’m getting ready to cry, because the time might come when you couldn’t stand it any more, and you’d have to do it—go back to the hospital—go through it all again—then I just tell myself I’d make out again, just like millions of people....” [...]

[...] In such cases you are afraid of your emotions. [...]

(10:27.) No matter how open it may seem that you are, you will nevertheless accept certain emotions that you think of as safe, and ignore others, or stop them at particular points, because you are afraid of following them further. [...]

He has been afraid of directing either outward for fear of hurting others. [...]

[...] You were afraid of letting go with oils, for fear of facing the subconscious forces they represented. [...]

[...] You are afraid of tackling too much feeling at once, and the mere fact of working larger would free you from this to some considerable extent.

At times you have been afraid of putting too much of yourself in your work, as if the painting then could imprison you. [...]

[...] He was afraid the chapter would catch him up, just when he was ready to relax and let go, a deep breath signifying a breath of relief. [...] But he was afraid to grant himself that release for the old fears of rejection stop him.

I’m afraid I can’t wait

Ruburt was somewhat afraid of the cat, considering him wild and caged originally, as his own mother had been in his interpretation. [...]

Ruburt’s mother was very much afraid of cats, particularly black ones. [...]

[...] Yet it is not Seth’s taking over that concerns me for when he does take over I am not afraid at all. [...]

[...] At the same time, when he returned home he was afraid he could not handle events, and might fall toward a constant medical surveillance. [...]

[...] She used to be afraid that when she was “way out” she would be empty, but she has discovered the state is not like that at all.

[...] She has a feeling of effortlessness on her part, and is not at all afraid.)

The books are different, however, while the poetry carries the more clearly recognizable stamp of his accepted identity, so he was afraid that I would lead people astray unwittingly perhaps, through the energy and power of our communications. [...]

[...] Ruburt was to some extent afraid to accept that concept fully—therefore he has been unable to utilize it fully in his mistaken belief that he must maintain a largely critical stance. [...]

[...] I feel myself letting go, yet still sense that escaping panic, so that I’m afraid to step on my feet, to turn and get on bed; like it’s the last of the panic.” [...]

[...] (Long pause.) He also, as he stated, was afraid that your attitudes would splash over to color your feelings toward future Seth books, and toward your future contribution toward them. [...]