“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(8:58. “Me. I don’t know what to do. I just want to put my head up. I’m scared, though....”

(9:07. Jane still spoke for Seth with her head down for the most part. Voice strong but muffled, eyes usually closed. “I found your face,” she said then, staring at me straight on. “I wanted to hold my head up—do something—because I’m so scared.” I helped her lean back against the pillow in her chair.

(9:14. “He’s right. I’ll try to.... I want to cry, but I need to get more comfortable.” I changed the pillow at her back, which helped. “I feel like screaming,” Jane said, “but it scares me....” I lit a cigarette for her. The moment had passed, I thought.

(“It’s okay to scream,” I said. “The idea of doing it would scare anybody.”

[...] Then I get the feeling that scares you even more—that you’re scared to death of the hospital, and yet you’re afraid to dismiss your doctor and say to hell with the whole bit—I must be hiding stuff, see, because I’m getting ready to cry, because the time might come when you couldn’t stand it any more, and you’d have to do it—go back to the hospital—go through it all again—then I just tell myself I’d make out again, just like millions of people....” [...]

[...] I reminded myself often of the physician within etc; and “talked” to the “divine parent of my being”—and tried to keep my spirits up though now and then I’d really get scared. [...]

Comes to me today that years ago I got scared when I thought anyhow that Rob’s parents “shit on us” when we were broke; before I hadn’t worried about money—just writing . [...]

[...] “It scares me when I do that. It would scare anybody.” [...]

He has become scared. [...]

When you bunk your head / against the sky / and it gives— /
you’re tempted to back off; / suspicious, confused /
as a scared animal / treated kindly: You growl, /
pretend to lick or bite / yourself— / too scared to /
even wag your tail.

Someone magically / took my leash off / and I was so scared /
I pretended it was / still there even / tighter than before.

([Dennis:] “Sometimes this thing scares me.”)

What scares you? [...]

You scare you. [...]

Ruburt identified with him being closed up and running scared. [...]

(“See, I got scared then,” Jane said at 8:17, coming awake and sitting up straight on the couch. [...]

[...] “I can feel them when I walk, and that scares me. [...]

(Jane said she felt “scared and panicky,” and that, I knew, was a good sign. [...]

[...] It is instead to understand it, its needs and motives, and to communicate the idea that it was sold a bad bill of goods in childhood—scared out of its wits, maligned. [...]

[...] As soon as I said I’d do it — the session — I got scared. [...]

[...] At 2:59, as we talked, she began to speak about being scared and panicky again. [...]

[...] “When I opened my eyes I got scared,” she said. [...]

[...] When she yelled out about the brakes she was terrified; she thinks she got scared at this point and pulled back. [...]

(To Juanita.) And I hope I scared you enough so that you will hear and see. [...]

[...] Jane got scared with Sumari in the beginning, just as she had at the start of the sessions in 1963, but she was also very curious and turned on. [...]

[...] Before he did Seth Speaks, she was scared Seth couldn’t write a book. [...]

[...] I was scared to death of her. [...]

[...] The call scared me at that hour. [...]