“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] You seem to be afraid that the self will bleed out and lose “itself” in a maze in which all identity is lost. [...]

[...] Actually, they do not parallel the outer senses; and this will sound appalling to you, I’m afraid, simply because there is nothing to be seen, heard or touched in the manner in which you are accustomed. [...]

[...] I was afraid Jane might be distracted, but she gave no outward sign. [...]

He was, and is, afraid of commitment to his own work, much less mine. [...]

At certain times, and most particularly at the birth of medical science in modern times, the belief in inoculation, if not by the populace then by the doctors, did possess the great strength of new suggestion and hope — but I am afraid that scientific medicine has caused as many new diseases as it has cured. [...]

Your parents did not understand her when she spoke to them because they were both afraid to understand. [...]

[...] But once again irony enters in on my part, for I’m afraid our answer is that in general science isn’t even aware of the existence of the Seth material, notwithstanding the letters of approval and/or encouragement we receive from individual scientists, representing a variety of disciplines. [...]

[...] Instead, you see, you gave in to those superstitions regarding the dead and you were afraid to look. [...]

[...] or “I’m afraid not.”)

[...] Ruburt is afraid that if he does not operate quickly he will be symbolically caught and crippled as is the case with his present mother.

For personality reasons neither of you would be happy, I’m afraid, were Ruburt to go into deep trances at my instigation during sessions. [...]

[...] Seth, however, is far more knowledgeable than I am, so if he were speaking for me, then I’m afraid he would get the lesser end of the bargain.

[...] When you are quiet and not condemning others you can see them more clearly, and you are not afraid of them for you become stronger. [...]

[...] I got scared, wouldn’t look, I guess afraid I’d see my own face. [...]

[...] This is the rather difficult part for me to explain, I’m afraid. [...]

[...] I was afraid I’d lose track of the material. [...]

The old analogy, rather trite I’m afraid, is still a good one. [...]

[...] “I was going to ask them during the delivery, but I’m afraid to hear the answers — at least to the first two.” [...]

[...] I was simply afraid of the term with its mystical implications. [...]

[...] They knew such things weren’t supposed to happen and were afraid that an extrasensory event cast doubts on their own mental or emotional stability.