“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

They were these; that the entire world and its organization was kept together by certain stories or one in particular—like the Catholic Church’s; that it was dangerous beyond all knowing to look through the stories or examine them or to look for the truth and that all kinds of taboos existed to keep us from doing this, since.... since on the other side so to speak there was an incomprehensible frightening chaotic dimension, malevolent, powers beyond our imagining; and that to question the stories was to threaten survival not just personally but to threaten the fabric and organization of reality as we knew it. So excommunication was the punishment or damnation.... which meant more than mere ostracism but the complete isolation of a person from those belief systems, with nothing between him or her and those frightening realities.... without a framework in which to even organize meaning. This was what damnation really meant. To seek truth was the most dangerous of well intentioned behavior then.... and retribution had to be swift and sure.

Part of me doesn’t want to contend with this material at all but last night I had one of the strangest, quite frightening experiences—all the odder because there are so few real events to hang on to. Anyway early after we went to bed I realized I was in the middle of an odd nightmarish experience, one terribly vivid emotionally, yet with no real story line. I only know that the following were involved: a childhood nursery tale or/and a childhood toy like the cuddly cat doll I had as a child named Suzie that I thought the world of. Anyway, the point was that the story.... and there I lose it; I don’t get the connections. All I know is that I awakened myself crying, my body very sore, sat on the side of the bed and made the following connections from my feelings at the time:

I equate this with three events: a movie I saw on TV the night before last where Sean Connery sees through the god of his people after reading The Wizard of Oz; a Raggedy Ann doll Rob found in the yard and brought in that reminded me of my old Suzie; and a part of a review I read yesterday on a book about death. The book was based on the idea that nature was against man; and that religion was man’s attempt to operate within that unsafe context. The feelings I was getting went even further, that religion or science or whatever weren’t attempts to discover truth—but to escape from doing so, to substitute some satisfying tale or story instead. And I suppose that if someone persisted long enough, he or she would find the holes in the stories.... and undo the whole works. The idea of the stories was to save each man from having to encounter reality in such a frightening fashion.... the characters in the stories did this for him in their own fashion.... and if you kept it up.... you threatened the fine framework of organization that alone made life possible....

[...] She then admitted that she’d become frightened today because she’d been coughing up mucous occasionally. And she became even more frightened after the session. I was frightened by her reactions — appalled that after all we were trying to do, she still reacted to something beneficial — the coughing — as something to be scared of. [...]

Those feelings did frighten him, and led to several bouts of blueness. [...]

[...] That (underlined) frightened him also.

[...] He may even refer to those feelings of distrust as a dear frightened part of himself, and then, again, address that part of the self sympathetically — telling it why it need no longer be frightened, and vocally and emotionally stressing the fact that the frightened portion of the self no longer needs defenses, but can now allow itself free and natural expression.

[...] She’d been interrupted right after the start of the session by a nurse bringing her vitamin C. Recording the session, I’d been quite amazed that a certain frightened portion of Jane’s self could exert such power over the rest of her mental and physical personality. [...]

The belief is that if you frighten yourself badly enough through imagined projections and imagination, you will be frightened enough to change—but the nation or the individual following that method does not change for the better, but compounds the original condition, concentrates upon it until it looms larger than before. [...]

[...] You both became frightened, and there is no need to blame yourselves.

[...] Ruburt was frightened of going, had a very difficult time with the stairs, but made them. [...]

[...] They become frightened people — and frightened people do not want freedom, mental or physical. [...]

In the next portion of this book we will discuss people who are frightened of themselves, then, and the roles that they seek in private and social behavior. [...]

[...] There are people who follow a cult that is purely private, with rules and regulations as rigorous as any sent down to a group of frightened followers by a despot of whatever kind. [...]

[...] You do not suddenly become a spirit as is and all spirits are not long-faced and boastly [sic], although you could frighten me under certain circumstances. [...]

[...] It is that the conscious mind does not understand the unconscious mind and that your conscious mind does not understand that it is frightened of demons and believes in their existence. [...]

[...] Earlier he felt the stronger apathy that so frightened him, at the height, or depths, of the depression, that being partially probed at the time if you recall. [...]

[...] It shocked, frightened him, and made him think that perhaps his success could separate you. [...]

[...] He had put a great weight of trust and loyalty in you, and felt lost, insecure and frightened. [...]

[...] If you were his age he would not be so frightened in this regard.

[...] This is also connected to your work in that he was afraid that his quite natural emotions would frighten you, and therefore impede your work.

[...] I was quite frightened all in all. [...] Was it so vivid and frightening because it was my first experience? [...]

[...] The way it was used the other night does frighten me to some degree surely. [...] A permissive attitude would make me more frightened. [...]

[...] At the end I was inside an emotion; I didn’t feel “possessed” by Barb for instance or taken over by another; but I did feel and was immersed in an emotion not my own, and a very unpleasant frightening one for which I wasn’t prepared—again, at least consciously.

In this case, the frightened perceiver knows full well that the terrible events on the screen will not suddenly explode into the living room. When you become caught in frightening physical events, however, it is equally foolhardy to yell or shout or stamp your feet, because that is not where the action is (smiling). Again, you have only to change your station. [...]

[...] When you are in the middle of a frightening physical experience, however, or caught in the throes of a nightmare, then you wish you knew how to “change the station.”

Sometimes you are deliciously frightened by a horror program, for example. [...]

While you tried to deal with them on a conscious level, you became more and more frightened of them, and more and more you began to try to dissociate yourself from them. [...]

You were particularly frightened during vacation because of the inactivity. [...]

[...] You have been frightened of your mother’s disease, and you have also translated a fear of inactivity into other than physical realms.

[...] You might have a very serious illness that seemed to come from nowhere, and it may strike you as most unlikely indeed, that your own beliefs had anything to do with the inception of such a frightening malady.

[...] On examination of her own thoughts and beliefs, she might well discover that she was so frightened of not achieving her own goals that she actually encouraged her husband’s alcoholism, so that she would not have to face her own “failure.”

[...] He was afraid he would not manage a steady income with the Avon, and already frightened of the mobility it demanded. [...]

[...] There is an effective and efficient way for him to do so, and he has been too frightened and panic-stricken to try it.

He is for that matter still frightened, and will need your support. [...]

And Ruburt was frightened. [...]

The annoying or frightening symptoms began when Ruburt began his search for work, unknown to him consciously. [...]

He is frightened because if this does not work he will have to face the other situation again. [...]

[...] It is this that frightens you in your dreams. [...] You would frighten the ghosts away with your own fear. [...]

[...] She did not want to frighten you. [...]

(After break, to Sally B.) I will bid you all good evening, and whenever you are ready I will be ready to help you out of your body, but you are a slowpoke and you get frightened. [...]

[...] You could also use your abilities for more if you were not so frightened of them, and there is no need to be frightened. [...]

[...] And one of the things that hampers you, what you are afraid of, is very simple: You are afraid that underneath it all you will find the autocratic, cruel, frightening and basically unjust God that lingers in the back of your mind and subconscious. [...]

[...] (Bill Gallagher.) They frightened him and were at least somewhat responsible in helping shake him loose. [...]

[...] Lately the apartment seemed frightening to him because he felt like a rat in a maze, reacting to the same stimuli in the same way, without knowing the reason and without the introduction of any change.

(This is when Jane became deeply frightened last week, etc.)

[...] Such people are so frightened of the nature of personal power and energy that they short-circuit their nervous systems, blocking the ability for any purposeful action, at least momentarily.

This particular group of people are also usually possessed by an extraordinary anger: they are furious at themselves for not being able to showcase their own strength and power — but “forced” instead into a kind of behavior that appears sometimes frightening and humiliating.

It is in its way perfectly all right to be frightened of the world. [...]

(10:03.) Ruburt thinks it is beneath him to be frightened of the world, so it is easier to pretend you cannot go out in it than to feel you are a coward—which in your society is the interpretation placed upon such feelings. [...]

[...] Nor would he be necessarily more fulfilled in that role, and it is that imagined, frightening role against which he pushes, and then retreats.

[...] She said she was “getting frightened” at what she had to tell people. I told her Jane and I have been frightened for a long time, and she understood. [...]