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I do not wish to simplify matters, but such decisions can be uncovered very easily in children. A child might fall and badly scrape a knee — so badly that limping is the result, at least temporarily. Such a child will often be quite conscious of the reason for the affair: he or she may openly admit the fact that the injured part was purposefully chosen so that a dreaded test at school could be missed, and the child might well think that the injury was little enough to pay for the desired effect that it produced.

An adult under the same circumstances might become injured to avoid a dreaded event at the office — but the adult may well feel ashamed of such a reaction, and so hide it from himself or herself in order to save feelings of self-esteem. In such cases, however, the adults will feel that they are victims of events over which they have little or no control.

[...] You will not do anything so dreadful if you allow yourself some freedom. [...]

[...] It would lead me to believe that to be alive must be a dreadful state indeed! [...]

[...] Oftentimes also those in attendance, the doctors or other healers are themselves tired, prone to the patient’s emotional fears, and automatically in self-defense respond by giving voice to the patient’s subconscious dread, picking it up telepathically but feeling it is directed at themselves, on a subconscious level of course.

[...] In such an instance and under certain conditions such an individual would have his deepest dreads, therefore, fastened upon him.

[...] However, that mixture of dread and anticipation I’ve felt every day for months when I went to the mail box should now begin to dissipate.

[...] Two in particular were men, dreadfully afraid of death, and both dying of cancer.

In Ruburt’s second dream he experienced no feeling of dread when he spoke of having cancer, because at the time he was not afraid. [...]

[...] There is no need either to dread the summer. [...]

[...] “I guess I was getting from Seth: ‘Ruburt will make out okay in hydro,’ because it’s something I’ve been dreading.”

[...] The steps to the garage are no longer dreaded. [...]

[...] Some stood for forces of nature that could very well be at times advantageous, and at times disadvantageous—as, for example, the god of storms might be very welcome at one time, in periods of drought, while his powers might be quite dreaded if he overly satisfied his people. [...]

[...] In the meantime she was dreadfully lonely, for she would refuse dates with “ordinary” men, since they seemed so inferior compared to the new idol.

[...] But in both cases the personality was filled with an inner dread, to some extent resenting those he helped. [...]

[...] But in these cases the personality was filled with an inner dread, and to some extent resented those he helped. [...]

(One of my first thoughts was that the dreaded time had come—that no matter what Seth had been saying lately, or what Jane and I thought about her getting better, she was actually worse off than ever. [...]

It is only the sense of duality, of which we have spoken, that makes death appear as such a dreadful thing. [...]