“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I decided — again — that I was through worrying about whether she’d live or die, or whether she was starving herself to death, or whatever.

[...] The whole problem lies here, but we are making strides, and we are making them despite some personal temporary setbacks, when Ruburt reads a book that makes him worry about these sessions. [...]

If at any time in the future there is even the necessity for a deeper trance on Ruburt’s part, I will let you know at the time and there will be nothing to worry about. [...]

[...] In case you wondered Ruburt’s weekend fling with the furniture was a result of various things—an inner, unrecognized knowledge that her publisher would put off the book for now, and a burst of doubt over these sessions coupled with worries concerning your parents.

[...] Seth seemed far more mature and well-balanced than the psychologist, so finally I stopped worrying. [...]

[...] He was beginning to look worried. [...]

[...] Don’t worry.

Again, I am no banker, but you have nothing to worry about, financially, in your purchase of the house. [...]

You are blocking the energy—there is no need worrying about how to direct it until you realize it is there and free it. [...]

[...] I bid you all good evening, for my friend Ruburt is wondering how late I will keep the session and worried about his neighbors. [...]

[...] You would think: “If I could move freely, then I could solve all problems,” when the true point is: when you feel free to solve the problems, there will be no physical symptoms to worry about.

[...] You worried them. [...]

[...] I’d had no such worries. [...]

[...] In the dream I was drawing foot-high oval letters in black ink, but was worried about doing a good job because my hand was shaky. [...]

Now his health can be handled in the same fashion, without wondering how many nerves or muscles or stages must be activated, without worrying about how much time will be involved. [...]

Your friend (Anne H., speaking to Florence) is doing well and you should not worry. [...]

[...] I want you to do it, just comfort her and don’t worry about it.”

[...] When Ruburt forgot to worry because “he wasn’t working,” his natural playful creativity bubbled to the surface, and today he wrote poetry. [...]

[...] His body is responding, however, so let him remember that creativity is playful, and that it always surfaces when he allows his mind to drop its worries.

[...] It is stupidity in class to worry that suggestion would cause a given result—for suggestion causes whatever you see. [...]

There is no need to worry about your friend (Ruburt). [...]

(Again: any time spent sexually during the day cannot compare with the amount of time spent, on a daily basis, in worry, concern, frustration, fear, anger, etc.)

[...] One thing I can give him; buy time for him to do whatever he wants, be free of family and money problems, if he worries about me he isn’t going to feel responsible to get a job and my symptoms give him an excuse not to socially (old ideas) and the symptoms cut down on my flamboyance which has class to express itself in. [...]

And do not worrythat your friend Ruburt will overdo. Do not worry that he be led on, with questions, so that I speak. [...]

[...] She worried about her overweight condition, and [was] depressed at what she thought of as her lack of discipline in following diets. [...]

(Jane continues her improvements, although she’s been having periods of worry and doubt. [...]

Now: Since our little friend over here (Ron’s daughter-in-law, Sherry) is worried lest I annoy the neighbors (very loudly), I will smile what I hope is a gentle smile, and bid you a gentle good evening, with what blessings I have to give.

[...] The idea being that this would hopefully free Jane from worry on that score, at least. [...]

[...] But at the moment it seems that everything is difficult, or worse, especially so when I worry about how far she has to go simply to get her legs to straighten out at least partially. [...]

[...] The financial worry would, in the end, even cause you, and not Ruburt, to feel bitter at the land itself. [...]

You have no worries at this amount. [...]