“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

It is not a necessity, it is simply the result of ignorance. Now, and you all have the beginnings of a good text book, and I am going to ask you questions. You had better read it thoroughly, and if you will read some of the material again that is in the book, you will see what I mean. You do not deprive another person of air by breathing it, for you yourself contribute to the atmosphere. And no man needs to build up his ego by crushing another. And no man builds up his ego by crushing another, he merely crushes the inner being which is within him.

[...] Rita crushed it and Jane tried it with Hawaiian Punch, which she didn’t like.

[...] You have no more right to crush it than you have to crush a flower. [...]

[...] In periods of severe personality disturbances that can occur simultaneously with great creativity, the ego becomes terrified of the strength of the creative ability, fearing that it can be crushed beneath.

(4:12.) Perhaps the greatest variances in human behavior show in mental states, and so parents are apt to feel most crushed and despondent if any of their children prove to be what is generally regarded as mentally deficient. [...]

[...] Think of the classical statue of Shiva standing on the crushed baby—a loving participation in the illusion of tragedy. [...]

([Pat:]I had a crush on Mr. Finfrock for three years, grades 7 to 9. All the girls had a crush on him. [...] He knew I had a crush on him; he knew that most girls did. [...]

[...] And if you seek to communicate by expansion of consciousness, then will this expansion come crushing and closing upon itself.

[...] This was twice the crushing blow because he overidealized you to such a degree to begin with.

[...] Some quite frankly prefer to die in what others would consider to be the most dire circumstances — swept away by the raging waves of an ocean, or crushed in an earthquake, or battered by the winds of a hurricane.

[...] The feet are not aware of the ants they crush. [...]

[...] I’ve looked everywhere …” But her friends in school asked her to write love poems for their “crushes” of the moment.

[...] So he would hide any he felt from you often for fear you would crush them, or make him lose whatever small confidence in himself physically he’d gained.

I was crushed by this material when Rob read it to me after the session. [...]

[...] “Think of the classical statue of Shiva standing on the crushed baby—a loving participation in the illusion of tragedy. [...]