“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Some of this will appear quite clearly later, that is, certainly Ruburt felt (underlined) at times that his mother hated him. [...]

He was in no position to help others, for he hated their vulnerability. [...]

[...] He is afraid to ask for help because he was ashamed that his mother had to ask him, a child, for help, and often he hated her for doing so.

[...] He hated the Jews, but somehow he was obsessed with the idea that Moses was more powerful than Allah, and for years this was the secret sin upon his conscience. [...]

[...] I hate to ask you, but could you wait until we get there?”

[...] He hated his daughter the more and railed that she had forsaken him in his old age, after he had cared for her.”

I have said that in almost every case of severe dissatisfaction or illness the underlying reasons will not so much be found in the discovery or expression of buried hate or aggression—though these may be present—but in the search for valued expression of value fulfillment that is for one reason or another being denied. [...]

(“Well, I guess we’ll have to end it, though I hate to. [...]

[...] Ruburt hates to give it up for that reason, but to a lesser degree so do you.

[...] Since your reaction when Rebellers was published, he feared that you would grow to hate him for any success, if you did not succeed, since his success he felt was largely at your expense—you bought him the time in which to work.

[...] You can love a flower, you do not hate it because it has one brown petal, and yet, when you find another individual with a symbolic brown petal, you immediately latch upon that. [...]

[...] He took a routine job in a local business and stayed with it for over 20 years, all of the time hating to go to work, or saying that he did, and at the same time refusing to try other areas of activity that were open to him — because he was afraid to try.

[...] He feared Rome and hated it. [...]

[...] (Pause for a cigarette.) I am a part of you, then, the part that always hated your job, and can scarce[ly] forgive you for keeping it so long. [...]

Just make sure that your thoughts of love are not impregnated with sperm of hate that you do not recognize. [...]

[...] You may feel quite virtuous, for example, in hating evil, or what seems to you to be evil; but if you find yourself concentrating upon either hatred or evil you are creating it. [...]

(2. “The one thing about an ancient existence [like mine], if you will forgive the term, is that old hatreds do not last because you learn to have a sense of humor … Love, on the other hand, even with a sense of humor, becomes highly precious and large enough so that it can contain old hates very nicely.”

[...] “No” Actually I was, but Jane was doing so well as Seth that I hated to interrupt her delivery of the material.)

[...] I hated to have to depend on someone else to tell me what was going on, but I had learned one thing: I couldn’t be Jane and Seth at once. [...]

[...] Your religions in a large measure have taught you to hate yourselves and physical existence. [...]

[...] There was no evidence of excessive emotionalism in the material, though: no repressed hates, prejudices, or desires. [...]