“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] If you understand what I am saying, then you will realize that basically your impulses will never betray you, but always add to your natural fulfillment, and that of your abilities; so have him, again, try to be more permissive in that regard. [...]

[...] You identified as a child whose presence betrayed its father, your father being forced to support you, particularly in the Depression. [...]

[...] Christ became the Crucified, Judas became the betrayer, though Christ was not crucified and Judas did not betray him. [...]

When science seems to betray you, in your society, it does so because its methods are unworthy of its intent — so unworthy and so out of line with science’s prime purpose that the methods themselves almost amount to an insidious antiscientific attitude that goes all unrecognized. [...]

[...] The man you have been thinking of this evening will not betray you. [...]

[...] While he is honest when he says something, his own ambitions betray him into untruths. [...]

[...] The brothers never held him responsible … they knew the girl had been terrified and spoken out of fear with no intent to betray them. [...] Once he feels he spoke too much and betrayed too much. [...]

[...] She felt she had abandoned and betrayed them.”

[...] She also felt “betrayed” by Father Darren when he made advances to her when she was in her earlier teens. [...]

Let him remind himself that he is fearless in his poetry, and commits himself to it fully, and his ability here has always led him onward to further unfoldments and never into betrayal or deceit. [...]

[...] Now when you read the text you will see that I simply said you were beginning to learn to ask the proper questions, for some questions can be traps that betray you. [...]

[...] At his grandfather’s death he felt betrayed, then, because he had felt his grandfather invulnerable. [...]

[...] He represented the self-betrayer. [...]

[...] Ruburt as a woman, with those beliefs in the background, determined not to betray the writer, Jane, or the artist, Robert—thru becoming pregnant, or making too many sexual demands. [...]

[...] They fear that their very age, or existence in time, has betrayed them. [...]

[...] To alter them through carelessness seemed almost a sacrilege, a betrayal of truth. [...]

Now I remember that spring, recall sitting at my desk writing poetry, caught up in a feeling that nature was betraying us all with its promise of hope and renewal. [...]

Ready answers for he or his son would only betray them. [...]

[...] Be reckless in the expression of the ideal, and it will never betray you. [...]

[...] The concentration upon self-betrayal and worldly corruption offers no escape. [...]

[...] But this reasoning, divorced from emotions led him into his own betrayal.

[...] Jane used to write poems to get back in Marie’s good grace: “At the same time I felt like I was betraying myself for doing it. [...]