“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] An ego who can, and has at one time or another accepted as part of itself a violent and unruly desire to kill, for example, will not automatically reject the emotion of hatred. [...]

Those who survive feel that they have been given a new lease on life, regardless of their circumstances: They could have been killed and were not. [...]

[...] If you are told to kill for the sake of peace, you are dealing with someone who does not understand peace or justice. [...]

And each of you—  you (Joel) and you (Alison) and you (Florence) for I do discriminate, and Ruburt are so jealously concerned for these intellects, so jealous of the intellectual power that they would kill some poor little innocent flower just to see what made the thing grow. [...]

[...] After seeing an accident in which a dog is killed, then dogs may mean something entirely different to you.

[...] The suspension and suspense is killing me. [...]

[...] She knew this and mocked him, daring him to kill her physically.

(Pause at 11:00.) Augustus said, “My friend killed a neighbor of mine who was against me by giving him pneumonia. [...]

[...] However, if a person kills himself, believing that the act will annihilate his consciousness forever, then this false idea may severely impede his progress, for it will be further intensified by guilt.

You will understand, if you are a practicing idealist, that you cannot kill in the name of peace, for if you do so your methods will automatically undermine your ideal. [...]

[...] You fell out, landed on your head, and were killed. [...]

[...] There are also, as I have said before, diseases that come and go, of the so-called killing variety. [...]

[...] Some of you would rather stand up in this class and say, “I killed an animal in hatred” or “I knocked a man’s guts out” or “I shot my neighbor” almost, rather than express a simple statement of love or acceptance to another person in the class wholeheartedly and act, that was not an act, when you are not a star performing. [...]

[...] In a battle, he was killed by a Moor. [...]

[...] Seeing these bloody results, they became even more frightened, more awed by what they thought of as this terrible energy that sometimes seemed to drive them to kill.

[...] This killed a lot of germs. [...]

[...] A crib turns over, a child is killed. [...]

[...] Still, we found it strange indeed—unreal, even—to consider that a person so intimately connected with a place we love had killed herself.³

[...] The suspension and suspense is killing me. [...]

[...] It may be slapped back, but it knows the slap will not really kill the parent. [...]