“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

In this case the child did not dare slap the parent, for even the slightest move upon the mother’s bed, the slightest most unintentional motion, made the mother cry out in pain. [...]

[...] For these reasons it pains him deeply to write, even to an editor, words that are not docile.

If — now, a brief innocuous-enough example — you meet an individual often enough and think, “He gives me a pain in the neck,” it is surely no coincidence that you find yourself with a painful neck in future encounters with this person. [...]

He stuttered because the pain from the small burn through subconscious association became, for the first time in this existence, penance for the barely remembered past offense. [...]

[...] I find it, however, a rather painful duty, self imposed, to delve into personal backgrounds, and consider myself rather dignified to adopt the pose of a Peeping Tom. [...]

[...] He was terrified of the vulnerability to pain, and yet he felt the ability to face and handle the pain was something he would run away from otherwise; that he had done everything to avoid it, and that it was one of life’s physical realities that he had refused to admit. [...]

[...] It went very well, and he is free of pain.)

[...] The emphasis is not upon pleasure, but on the avoidance of pain. [...]

[...] With a more painful heart I yearned for my wife to walk to me, hips innocently and joyfully swaying, as she used to do years ago, when she’d meet me every day as I left the printing company where I worked as a commercial artist. [...]

[...] Of the last few months or so I spent at my mother’s house—when she called me time after time during those spring and summer months of 1950: she wanted her pillows turned, she cried out in rage and pain—and here I was some 30 years later, calling out to Rob (voice breaking) to move my pillows or raise my head. [...]

There are some connections here with his mother being in bed and in pain, that frighten him. [...]

[...] The animal felt no pain. [...]

[...] Read something in the paper about concentration on illness causing pain, and that reminded me of some ideas I had last night. [...]

[...] She felt a sharp pain in her chest and died of a heart attack. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) You might say that the labor pains (intently) were happening then, but the birth itself did not emerge for some time later.

[...] But I ended up with the cold chills, and for the next week was in often severe pain in the joints and muscles. [...] The worst part of the whole thing was that I developed urinary difficulties during the malaise: urination became very painful indeed, and I had a strong sense of blockage and impairment at times. [...]

[...] If they have not gone far enough, then they have not followed through sufficiently so that these physical disasters could truly be suffered without pain.

[...] The fact remains that millions of human beings who follow and practice Buddhism are told, as many religions tell their followers, “Better worlds are to come, so ignore this agony, and this hunger, and this pain, and the murder in the streets. [...]

[...] She also revealed that she hasn’t gone to hydro for three days, and will have to give in and go; she was trying to avoid more pain.

[...] I even thought that perhaps I was having some sort of physical attack, though I felt no pain.

[...] There was no warning or pain, but the surprise doubled me over my desk. [...]

[...] The alternatives are too painful and unnecessary to consider.)

[...] Pain. [...]

[...] Dr. Mandali has prescribed drops to keep Jane’s eyes lubricated, and a liquid salicylate medication (as a substitute for aspirin) to control joint pain and inflammation. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) I was placed in a CAT scanner, my bare backside pressed painfully against a cold metal table, my head encircled by the strange doughnut, or globe, while bright white lights and numbers, it seemed, flashed everywhere. [...]