“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

So, as the father pays back his old betrayer, he hurts the son without knowing why. [...]

[...] And each cruelty committed by the father hurts the father more, for he is bewildered by the unkindness of his own actions toward the son, toward whom his conscious feelings are indeed fraternal. [...]

His actual predicament is one where what he wishes, he feels will hurt others. [...]

([Gert:] “Does where you hurt yourself have an indication as to why?”)

[...] A flower never hurt anyone. [...]

[...] When you realize this, no other human being alive will have the power to hurt you or to hunt you. [...]

Now I want you to mentally talk to the portions of your body that hurt you. [...]

[...] Do not tell yourself you are feeling fine when you hurt; I do not mean this. [...]

If you catch yourself thinking when something hurts, “I am sore,” then ask yourself what you are sore about. [...]

[...] The idea of the trouble you gave yourself with the rib was connected with the guys coming to work here, to give you an excuse to do your thing and be isolated so they wouldn’t ask you to help, or strain yourself physically because you were already hurt. [...]

(I told Jane that the other day the pendulum had told me I hurt the rib as self-punishment because of my resentment of the visit of Tom D’Orio and friends. [...]

He feels highly disloyal facing any of these thoughts, mainly because he does not want to hurt someone he loves so deeply—the only person in fact he loves in the world.

[...] Your later, better communication and rapport made matters worse, for his unexpressed feelings seemed then completely unjustified, and his fear of hurting you grew stronger.

[...] His muscles and joints hurt more than they did before. [...]

[...] It hurt, Jane said. [...]

[...] It does not hurt as much to move, for example. [...]

You have been afraid that the male would hurt you cruelly—and on purpose, and at the same time, you have endowed him with godlike qualities, and, therefore, demanded more than any man could possibly deliver. [...] Now you have on occasion been cruel to men you have known rather purposely, intending to hurt them before you could be hurt. [...]

[...] You interpreted her cry as one of helplessness and frustration and your father had hurt her. [...]

[...] I am not too clear here, but he hurt you, physically, I believe. [...]

(3. My side hurts because I’m afraid Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality won’t be appreciated.

(My side hurts because I’m afraid all of Jane’s work won’t be—and isn’t—appreciated. [...]

[...] And following those two connections, I speculated with Jane about a third: my hurting the lower left ribs about a week ago during the visit of Tom D’Orio and friends. [...]

(The pendulum told me I hurt the rib cage over my frustration at the visit of Tom and friends, although I wasn’t conscious of any such feelings. [...]

Much loneliness results when people who know they are going to die feel unable to communicate with loved ones for fear of hurting their feelings. [...]

[...] In practical terms it is natural for muscles that are restrained to hurt. [...]

[...] But it simply would not be the same and I surely hope that neither of you press the point until it hurts.

[...] Incidentally, I am not fonder of you, Joseph, than I am of Ruburt, though I hope this doesn’t hurt your feelings.

[...] All actions are valid—and I do not want to hurt anyone’s feelings—but some dream actions are far more intelligent than some waking ones; and I will close Ruburt’s eyes so that no one knows to whom I am speaking. [...]

[...] I got there a few minutes early; she’d just been turned by Patty and was hurting a lot. [...]

[...] I do not want to hurt either of your feelings (pause), but in your cases the creation of a crisis period is not beneficial. [...]

[...] It is your attitude that hurts. [...]

[...] At the same time Jane’s left foot hurt when I rubbed the leg, and turned outward on its side. [...]

[...] She said it hurt too much—not that it was worse, but that the “pins and needles” that resulted from my touch were too uncomfortable. [...]

[...] My whole arm hurt as I picked up the receiver.... [...]