“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I felt defensive and guilty; he was trying emotional blackmail, and I didn’t want to see him. [...]

[...] I felt guilty at leaving her alone while I worked on the preface notes for Dreams after supper. [...]

[...] He measures what he does daily against what you do daily, and feels automatically guilty if you do more than he, or even if he is doing watercolors while you are typing a session.

He still feels guilty about you going to work in the morning, and not getting up just rubs his nose in it further. [...]

[...] You had nothing to do with the death, however, you felt guilty about the circumstances for she did not do well in her profession and died, indeed, of starvation in another town never having told her family where she was. [...]

[...] You do not need to feel guilty of the creation of any probable selves. [...]

[...] My question is, as I am able to find out what I am guilty about and I find that guilt, do I then project that into another probable self?”)

[...] He also felt guilty however at being taken care of, for the stiff neck was also therefore a punishment. [...]

[...] Without your help he feels guilty, staying home. [...]

[...] Remember early tales he tells about feeling guilty for buying a lipstick. [...]

He felt guilty then at asking you to change your mode of behavior, and felt you would construe this to mean he was grasping and wanted all of you and meant to allow you no freedom; which again, was not the case.

[...] “I feel guilty, doing that,” she said. [...]

[...] Part of it was his projection because he felt you thought he was so stupid for having anything wrong at all, so the more he saw you frown the stupider he felt, and the more guilty. [...]

[...] So he felt guilty about Rich Bed even though it wasn’t finished.

I do not want him to feel guilty about it. [...]

[...] As it is, you often feel guilty whether you work or play, so to speak. [...]

[...] You felt guilty at the thought of enjoying yourself so soon after your mother’s death. [...]

[...] However he felt quite guilty over this, for the man is a Negro, and he feared that his dislike would be taken as discrimination. [...]

[...] And so he felt extremely guilty because he did not welcome the thought of this other Negro into his house.

He felt guilty incidentally to some extent last weekend at leaving the house and putting off guests, as well he should, for his reasons were wrong.

[...] And when he did he felt guilty because he knew that you did (underlined) love him.

[...] Yet I’m certain I didn’t feel guilty. [...]

[...] Ruburt feels that the mother acts as a center from which you will not move, but feels guilty of this feeling. [...]

[...] He knew the book was not art also, and felt guilty.

You do not feel guilty for those you kill in your dreams. [...]

[...] (Pause, one of many through here.) You would not (underlined) be a full time commercial artist, regardless of any old demands, though you felt still somewhat guilty at your refusal.