“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I was sorely tempted, but concerned lest Jane be tired. [...]

[...] I am (underlined) generalizing here to make a point: a largely postcard land, in which social clichés pass for communication, in which social ceremonies take the place of private communications—a land in which beliefs must be like landmarks, unchanging, utterly dependable, always there to be used for touchstones lest the puritanical Protestant stray from worthy goals. [...]

(Upon thinking it over—it’s now Sunday afternoon as I finish typing the session—I now believe that I should have said little or nothing, and I became concerned lest I undid, or tried to, what progress Jane has managed to achieve lately. [...]

He does not see his mother because he imagines subconsciously that he is protecting her from his own violence against her, lest after all these years it might erupt. [...]

[...] You went overboard, trying to influence their minds, and not influencing their minds at the same time in this life, lest they follow you blindly.

(I am still much interested in the technical side of painting, so much so that a few years ago I drew back from getting too involved in this aspect lest I spend too much time at it, detracting from the painting itself. [...]

(I was happy to learn that Seth plans to incorporate flood data in his book — I’ve been concerned lest that subject be pushed aside by other events, then perhaps forgotten.)

You should not indeed, lest you set up patterns in which accidents, so called, become a way of existence. [...]

[...] You needed extra impetus—again so it seemed—lest your relative nonattachment to life’s conditions kept you from a sympathetic understanding of your fellow man. [...]

[...] Jane leaned so far to her left in the chair that I had to support her in it lest she overbalance the chair. [...]

[...] I did not really feel like taking fifteen to twenty pages of dictation from Seth; I was concerned lest I miss some of the material.

Nevertheless, lest Ruburt thinks he is getting off scott free, let me remind him that the tree’s bark is quite necessary and cannot be dispensed with. [...]

[...] I did not feel that she was worrying about its accuracy particularly, merely that such information is evidently more carefully presented by Seth lest it arouse such outer ego fears; hence it “comes out” at a slower rate. [...]

Lest I give an inaccurate picture of my wife, however, let me add that she combines instances of that seeming intransigence with a profound intuitive innocence before nature (and thus All That Is), and with a great literal acceptance of nature’s manifestations and of her own being and creations within that framework. [...]

[...] From your background, regardless of your intellectual beliefs, now, you learned to mask your expressions of love or exuberance, lest they be misunderstood. [...]

[...] I managed to hold the state while considering the kitchen interference, but was concerned lest any attempt at movement on my part would break the spell entirely.

[...] Ruburt is concerned lest this is distorted, because of Miss Callahan’s bad eye, but the information is quite legitimate. [...]

[...] I had also been concerned lest she speak so rapidly that I wouldn’t be able to keep up with her in my notes, but that hadn’t happened. [...]

[...] But you so feared your present mother’s sense of exaggeration, that led often to sheer though unwitting lies and dishonesty, that you denied the capacity of the imagination lest it also lead you into ways of deceit.

[...] I don’t think her “sinful self” could have risen to such prominence without feeding upon those repressions, clamping down more and more within the psyche as the years passed, continuing its misguided but “well-meaning attempt to protect the creative self … to keep a hand of caution on its course lest the centuries of men’s belief in sin carried a true weight that I shared but could not comprehend.” [...]