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Now it’s later and he’s just sort of sitting there and he’s drinking and they’re in the kitchen and she threw something—and she says now she’d rather he (pause) was really full of life again like he was… Rather than like an old man…

It would be better if he was really mad rather than sad. [...]

[...] Nothing is ever really done alone (smile), and nothing is ever done unless it is done alone. [...]

[...] I mean really?”

[...] I didn’t know what had set me off, really, though.)

[...] The official line of consciousness is really the “worrier,” because it recognizes that it can only go so far, and usually it is not educated enough to realize it is itself sustained and supported — and now I bid you a fond good afternoon, and I do indeed adjust those coordinates that do quicken Ruburt’s healing processes.

(I told Jane, before lunch, that at times I see what Seth is talking about, what he’s really saying, quite clearly at times, and that this growing awareness in recent months has had a rather profound effect in my thinking. [...]

[...] She’s really attracted by strong, bright color. [...]

[...] That the soreness and so forth —really wild—was a reaction as the swirling energy was stirred (very long pause at 12:13) and allowed to escape at least partially—probably only as much as you could allow at once. [...]

(A canker sore that began to erupt at supper time last evening really bothered me while I tried to sleep. [...]

[...] What you really believe about these things causes much of your behavior. [...]

Here Seth’s voice really boomed out. [...]

[...] For one thing, Rob was so busy taking notes that he didn’t really pay much attention to what was being said, beyond making sure he took Seth’s words down accurately. [...]

[...] Needless to say these problems have to do with you not at all, really, but with your present parents’ particular distorted way of looking at the outside world. [...]

[...] You see, when you really realize the sum of yourself these problems will fade entirely, but please in the meantime take my word for it.

His needs that I have spoken of are really fears, which is why I took so much time to discuss them. [...]

[...] They really frightened me by their uncanny resemblance to Rob and myself. [...]

[...] If really large areas of the self are inhibited, a secondary personality can be formed, grouped about those qualities distrusted and denied by the primary ego, and usually opposed to it. [...]

[...] (Gesturing:) The individual who speaks out most loudly for the death penalty feels that he himself should really be condemned to death, to pay for the great aggression (violence) within him that he dares not express.

[...] [See the notes for the 613th session in Chapter One.] Seth, Jane added, would say that as a species we’ve grown used to thinking of ourselves as being outside of nature — so much so that we’ve forgotten we’re really part of it.)

[...] So, really, were you. [...]

(Humorously:) if you could be really correlated with my time, then you could have The Nature of Cultural Reality in no time.

When you ask: “When did the world begin?” or “What really happened?” or “Was there a Garden of Eden?”, you are referring to the world as you understand it, but in those terms there were earths in the same space before the earth you recognize existed,² and they began in the manner that I have given you in the early chapters of this book. [...]

[...] “I’m really making an effort to free myself from what science believes about evolution, or anything like that,” she said. [...]

[...] “I felt that he could really blast off with that voice. [...]

[...] “I dozed off a minute and got really disoriented,” she exclaimed. [...]

[...] Jane and I had moved back to 458 W. Water Street, only now the house was much bigger than it really is, had many more apartments in it — they were all in good shape, with numerous stairways connecting them on a split-level layout. [...]

[...] “I’d say my eyes are better than the best they’ve been so far, Bob,” she said — which really surprised me. [...]

[...] But subconsciously you wondered what social environment your child would really (underlined) encounter„ and whether or not you deprived him of the social and economic benefits that you have convinced yourself, consciously, you do not need.

[...] That is, while Ruburt drinks socially to some quite limited extent really, the fine balance of dissociation that allows our sessions to begin would not be possible, if for example our Ruburt drank more some evening than good sense would ordinarily permit.

[...] I said to myself, “Am I really going to make a good sale soon?” [meaning a book or story] and the words, “Evelyn’s grandmother,” sprang to mind. [...]

[...] First, I was aware that I felt as if body had dissolved below chest; but then thought that it really might have. [...]