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Now, he is not afraid of me. He is afraid of the unknown. He is afraid of giving fully his abilities and commitment to what he does not thoroughly comprehend. [...]

Some people are afraid of snakes, even of the most harmless variety, and blind to their beauty and place in the universe. Some are afraid of certain thoughts, and so are oblivious to their beauty and their place in mental life.

[...] Such repeated remarks, with other childhood conditions, made him afraid of his own mental activity. [...]

He became afraid that the body would go out of control and commit violent action, because he was of course aware of the strength of the denied thoughts and feelings. [...]

She had wanted to leave her job for another one but was afraid of taking the step, so she created circumstances in which the decision was seemingly taken out of her hands; it would appear as if she were the victim of unfeeling co-workers, jealous and misunderstanding, and a boss who would not stand up for her.

[...] In the same way, many who shout about independence are afraid that they are basically helpless. [...]

You will be afraid of any powerful emotion, therefore; frightened of the dimensions of your own actuality, and to a large extent be led to run away from an acceptance of the power and energy of your own being. [...]

[...] She was afraid people would start coming in to do her vitals, and see her moving; she feared that once she started a series of movements, she couldn’t cut them off right away if someone entered 330. [...]

[...] Jane talked about having become afraid of her natural agility, of exceeding her physical capacity. [...]

Viewing you as he viewed himself, using the same logic, he was afraid however that basically you felt our work a detriment to your own, and that its success, while pleasing you on the one hand, might prevent you from success as an artist because you would not have the time, and that you would basically resent it. [...]

[...] He lets you because he is afraid he has indeed gone too far, and believes that is as far as you want him to go—for all of the reasons given earlier.

Some of Ruburt’s students would receive great feelings of creative endeavor if you allowed them the simple pleasure of making out envelopes for your (new) letter (to correspondents), but you are afraid of sharing that work, menial as it is. [...]

He drags his feet because he does not want to go, because he is afraid that he will be in the poor condition that his imagination has gotten him into. [...]

[...] Telepathically he picked up your envy, and it hurts him because he is afraid of his own driving concern for money and security. [...]

He is always afraid because he feels lost in disorganization. [...]

You were afraid that you could not make it alone, or support your family if it really came down to it. [...]

[...] Instead you are afraid that regardless of their opinion, you cannot (underlined) succeed at all in the world as it is.

[...] Emotionally you also went out to your mother, but you felt that she was dependent upon him, and weaker, and so to some extent you were afraid of your own feelings toward her.

The decision to have the interview of itself meant that Ruburt was less afraid. [...]

He grew afraid of drinking, lest his inhibitions be dropped, and he began getting impressions about other people, and telling them. [...]

[...] He was also afraid of making errors, because unlike other psychics, he could not simply conveniently forget them or make up a story to cover them.

[...] He was afraid that his spontaneous self had been swallowed in our sessions. [...]

[...] But he has been afraid of releasing it suddenly, for fear it would engulf him. [...]

[...] He has been afraid of letting down completely. [...]

The question: Why am I afraid of my psychic abilities? [...]

[...] You do this simply because you are afraid of standing on your own two feet, figuratively speaking. You are afraid of going off into your own realities afar from your fellows ...and yet to a large degree you do so all of the time in the daily life that you know. [...]

[...] Nothing can be louder than I am so if you are not afraid of this sound, there is no need for you to be afraid of the sound of your fellows. [...]

[...] You cannot be afraid of yourself and not be afraid of others. [...]

Many people were afraid of the wealth they had amassed. [...]

[...] The clothes dryer in the basement represents energy that you are afraid to use. [...]

[...] He was afraid, however, of such jobs—prestigious ones—for fear the need for money would lead him to neglect his work. [...]

[...] You were also afraid that spontaneously you would want to do public encounter work, that you’d be tempted, that once begun, you’d be swept along and that the circumstances would be volatile. [...]

[...] You are not afraid of meeting people. You are afraid of the idea of meeting people. [...]

[...] Ruburt is obviously afraid that he will have not only his own negative tendencies to contend with, but yours as well.

[...] He was afraid momentarily there would be no physical world to return to—simply his personal reaction. [...]

[...] Does an onion fear its skin or an apple become afraid of its core? [...]

[...] She’d also been very afraid that the coughing up of mucous meant she was getting pneumonia — something she hadn’t told me. [...]

[...] I also found a young man in the bar who knew the two who had taken the car, but he was afraid to tell me who they were. [...]

[...] I was afraid she’d fall on the floor. [...]

[...] I honestly thought I’d put most of that behind me—yet my early novels all dealt with the relationship between my mother and others, in various guises, and I know I was afraid that somehow she’d end up turning me into her. [...]

He fears the books will not sell, because he is afraid, as in childhood, that if you do not toe the line your sustenance will be taken away. [...]

[...] The Gallery of Silence affair was simply another episode, in which fears were poohpoohed, but he was afraid that those people would come here, and he felt threatened.

Ruburt does not think that you are afraid, for you seldom voice any fears. [...]