“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It would have hurt nothing for him to get up, and he would have done some creative work besides. [...]

[...] At the same time she was squirming uncomfortably in her chair—her seat hurt “from dragging my pants over it today all those times when I went to the bathroom.... [...]

[...] The same sensations of discomfort can be felt at time in those areas, but those sensations are above all therapeutic, and “hurt” far less when he is not otherwise disturbed. [...]

[...] So all I have out of this I guess is released feelings that the world is at best unpredictable and can hurt you at any time. [...]

[...] My body hurt from polishing the stuff.... [...]

[...] On the same day he called your friend Peg, already wondering if he might have hurt Peg’s feelings the week before. [...] Ruburt felt he must have hurt Peg’s feelings, and this made him also feel somewhat abandoned, fearing that the friendship might simply lapse.

The next two days his hips were going through considerable changes and it hurt him, so he did not walk nearly as much, and you both became frightened—Ruburt more than you. [...]

[...] Kendall wasn’t hurt though. [...]

[...] Far be it from you to put others to shame, or hurt their feelings, either of you. [...]

[...] Their muscles hurt. [...] As Ruburt’s muscles exert themselves they often also hurt, but there is no one for him to compare his situation to—and because he has not trusted the body he becomes alarmed.

[...] It hurt at first, but then the jaw cleared up and she felt much better. [...]

[...] You think, for example, I feel poorly, or this hurts, or you think this is a cruddy world I am in sometimes. [...]

[...] You would not think of going to a hypnotist and having him tell you that you are getting sicker by the moment or the world was getting cruddier by the moment or that your arm or foot or head or toe or ear would hurt more and more with each breath that you took. [...]

[...] Even your astral knuckles may hurt. [...]

It hurt him of course to perform the up and down motions particularly, and he interpreted this to mean that you wanted him to torture and humiliate his body further by forcing it to feel the pain, and that in doing so he was punishing it further. [...]

[...] He partially identified some of my traits with some of yours, so if he was mad at you for telling him, literally to his way of thinking, to hurt himself five times a day by getting up and down from the floor, he was twice as mad at me.

[...] He felt instead that you and I were saying in effect: “You have not hurt yourself enough, now do this five times a day, and you will be a good girl,” and this he simply would not do.

[...] He went through all kinds of pretenses, smiling when he tried to go down the stairs, trying to tell himself that it did not hurt, and far too upset to make use of the unending line of positive suggestions he tried frantically to give himself.

[...] Still under water, I opened my eyes in plenty of time to see it ahead, and avoided hurting myself against its rough surface.

[...] You are not hurt and you avoid a barrier that is in the water.

It was to be painless simply because your father did not mean in the dream to hurt you on purpose. [...]

[...] Then he feels unappreciated and hurt, feeling he is not doing enough, and then resentful and angry.

[...] Of people, who have the power to hurt you. [...] You can only hurt yourself. When others seem to hurt you, you use them in a way as weapons against yourself; and of course they so allow themselves to be used for their own reasons. [...]

[...] Pendulum said, negative suggestion having to do with some old notes I read, plus not wanting to hurt Venice. [...]

[...] “You told me it wouldn’t hurt...” [...] Jane had agreed to do something that wouldn’t hurt, but it did. [...]

[...] “My arm hurts.” [...]

[...] Jane couldn’t tell although her arms hurt. [...]

[...] Whoever sat next to me, or was supposed to, was gone—not there—or hurt or thrown free...”

[...] Perhaps four or five times he will think “Oh, hell, it will hurt to get up.” [...] Then consciously he will say “Now I can get up easily,” and wonder why it hurts.

[...] If you burn your finger it hurts immediately. [...] If a portion of the race is hurt it may take a while before “you” feel the pain, but the entire unconscious mechanism of the species will try to heal the wound. [...]

[...] It is natural enough to feel blue if you hurt, but this is something different from an overall glum inner climate. [...]