“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Like the woman who was suddenly appalled at her recovery (from Hodgkin’s disease), you might find yourself suddenly faced with your own reluctance.

[...] You were with him, but because of personal loyalty to him and the brothership of male with male was considered sacred—but you became appalled that he was leading his people into destruction.

[...] A very insecure, appallingly human kind of God indeed.

[...] The breaking of the table left us delighted and appalled—me especially; and it took me several hours on two succeeding days to repair the table. [...]

[...] Your own “negative” thoughts appall you. [...]

[...] There is so much that you do not know, and so much to be filled in merely in this sort of outline form, that I am appalled, completely. [...]

[...] (Pause.) You may be appalled, but you would do well as a salesman, connected with public relations and business; that is, some of your abilities would serve you well in these fields.

[...] If mass action against appalling social or political conditions is not effective, then other means are taken, and these are often in the guise of epidemics or natural disasters. [...]

The Crowders representing money, you see, appall him. [...]

[...] Figuratively, its image was appalled. [...]

[...] He was quite appalled at the conditions once he had set them up. [...]

It is at first appalling to discover that the negative as well as the positive events are formed at automatic levels, but in response to your expectations and beliefs. [...]

But as soon as the séance was over, I was appalled. [...]

[...] I just hoped more beneficial results would flow from the experience, and I was appalled that I’d been that badly off, that “tight,” so that my body greatly needed such a drastic kind of relief.

[...] I can tell that she’s appalled at my wife’s condition, and said outright that she’s not doing Jane any good at all any more. [...]

[...] I was absolutely appalled by the material. [...]

[...] 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, smelled, heard or touched in the manner in which you are accustomed. [...]

[...] She is sometimes appalled.

[...] I was a bit appalled. [...]

[...] He wants to know where the words are coming from and still wonders if I am a part of his subconscious; and I must admit that I find such an idea appalling. [...]