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The questioner is obviously the hunter. The questioner also enjoys the chase for the sake of a chase. It is the chase that is important to both personalities. The questioner deludes herself. The object of the chase is not the important point. The excitement involved in the chase is important, and the energy, the vital energy used is being directed away from its proper purpose.
The proper purpose should be the development of the self, and the development of abilities, and it is to elude this responsibility that the chase was originated. The excitement of the chase is being substituted for the excitement that is required and demanded by the questioner, and rightly so because of the questioner’s psychological makeup.
There is a strong and rather aggressive nature beneath the surface personality of the questioner, of which the questioner is frightened, to some extent therefore a divided self. The male is passive and of a submissive mind, and given to an obsession with overconsideration for security. He will always seek security, but he enjoys being the object of a chase of this nature.
There are definite reasons why the questioner chose the particular personality for this quest. An attempt was made to find a suitable substitute, you see, and a particular group of circumstances then seized upon, in order to initiate the proceedings. The questioner is subconsciously aware of those abilities that should be developed in her own personality, and attempts to project these outward into someone else. Then you see you search for the someone else, neatly labeled, but the capabilities and personality developments must be pursued within the self. You cannot chase after them and possess them by pretending they belong to someone else.
and chasing after
Mitzi, running up and down the stairs (as she was doing even now, chasing her wadded-up paper ball), is an example of the love of excitement and activity with which both man and animals are innately endowed. [...]
[...] That is why they chase fire trucks, so to speak—not necessarily because they are looking for tragedies, but because of life’s great curiosity, and also because life enjoys variety and the unusual. [...]
[...] The body consciousness, watching the news, would think—if it thought as you do—“What activity, what commotion, what excitement (almost laughing), what a conglomeration of smells and sights, what a congregation of my fellows, running and chasing, rising and falling, even living and dying. [...]
Now I do not mind your chasing the cat (Seth’s voice was suddenly loud; I had taken a swipe at our cat Willy with my notepaper, when he was about to jump up into Jane’s lap), but chasing my foot is another matter… this energy is then picked up by the families of the students, and their lives indirectly benefited.
(Willy had become increasingly active chasing insects. [...]
(By now Willy was at it again, chasing more insects.)
[...] Giving up chasing bugs, he now was busily tearing a small carton apart in the living room closet; the noise was surprisingly loud and came close to interfering with my hearing Jane clearly.)
[...] Far from living a colorless life, he wanders through the country, in the midst of an exciting psychic chase, pursued by magicians, evil powers, and the most sophisticated weaponry of giant corporations and the government. [...]
The latest of course is the fear of cloning, but our young man does better than any fear-mongers, for he has the personal cloning people in their eerie vans with antennae, chasing him through the streets. [...]
[...] She seems to think the actual episode of Father Darren chasing her around the bed when she was in that hotel room with him as a teen-ager is changed, whereas I thought Seth meant that the original event remained, but that her psychological understanding of what had transpired changed a good deal. [...]
If a dark angry mongrel follows you down the street and you know it and you say to yourself, “It is a fine day and I am alone and there is no dog behind me,” and it yaps at your feet and you say, “It is a lovely day and no dog yaps at my feet,” and it growls at your ankles and you run as fast as you can saying all the time, “Nothing chases me,” and you dare not look back; then in your mind the dog springs from a dog to a tiger, to an unnamable terror. [...]