“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(In the room next to ours—332—I heard a familiar wail and cry in a foreign language. [...]

[...] He gave voice to several loud cries and finally succeeded in anchoring himself upon one of Jane’s legs. [...]

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. [...]

Again, the quick nervous turning of the child upon the bed bought instant cries of anger and of abuse. [...]

[...] Abruptly Jane began flopping her head and rotating her left arm, holding the elbow up in the air, so vigorously that she cried out that she was getting dizzy. [...]

[...] Side to side, cries aloud. [...]

[...] Jane uttered cries of approval. [...]

(At times Jane wakes me up at night; she’s very nearly crying in discomfort, yet now we understand that those feelings represent her muscles wanting to be used; so far, though, we haven’t managed to get ourselves out of bed at such times, which usually develop perhaps an hour before the alarm is to ring; these bouts, then, happen after she’s usually slept for several hours, and the body wants action. [...]

[...] When in a few moments his mother returned he tried to explain why he cried, for she had heard the first cries, and he stuttered.

[...] “I can’t even go home for an hour, without it costing two hundred dollars,” Jane said, and started to cry. [...]

[...] They were talking and laughing and crying all at once. [...]

[...] I wanted to cry and could not. [...]

First of all, when he cried out silently for you during a recent psychological time experience, it was because he sensed, through inner communications, a situation concerning a death in which he would need your support. The poor Rob cry was his regret at having to depend upon your support, taking, he feared, energy from your work; and a regret, based on fear, that he always feels whenever he is forced to rely upon someone’s strength.

[...] She cried out, disoriented with the quickness of the motion. [...]

Unfortunately, cries of pain brought the child instant attention, and they were often exaggerated. [...]

[...] She’d cried out unintelligible words steadily all afternoon, until finally her voice had begun to falter and crack by supper time. [...]

[...] Half-crying, she said her good news about turning hardly equaled the bad news about insurance. [...]

[...] I cried for my wife several times a day for a year. [...]

[...] Don’t come crying to me then, for I will say I told you so. [...]

And then what a hue and cry you will set up against your elders. [...]

[...] And do not cower and do not cry, but sing in pure joy that your consciousness knows itself and that even in your ignorance you create and give joy to others. [...]

[...] I often debated about waking her when she began to cry or whimper in her sleep. [...]