“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The spirit of Island One says: “I quite enjoyed my venture, and I’ve learned that the great explosive thrusts of creativity are good — but, oh, I yearn for my own quiet, undisturbed shores; and so if you don’t care I think I’ll return there.” [...]

Ruburt is still rather nervous in our tests; even with his good friends present, oh he is so frightened! [...]

Oh yes.

(“Oh no.”)

(10:31 P.M. “Oh,” I said in some surprise.

[...] Strangely, in all of this the meeting of Rusty and the president of Prentice-Hall hadn’t registered as strongly with us, though we recognized that it could be an event originating in Framework 2. Oh yes—the president is involved with Spiritual Frontiers Fellowship, which may have been his motivation for attending Rusty’s talk to begin with.)

(“Oh.”)

[...] [And often, we’ve discovered, further observation will bear out those reasons.] This way of thinking led to our taking the chain of circumstances involving the two houses almost for granted; each unfolding had seemed to fall so effortlessly into place that deep questioning hadn’t been called for “Oh, of course — things would work out that way …”

([John:] “Oh.”

[...] And Joseph, oh dear Joseph, I would even now, but for your natural reticence, really speak out.

Now three weeks later we have another encounter and our poor ignorant workman falls asleep again at his chore and our good minister comes by and he looks and he sees the idle one upon the floor snoozing and he thinks, I would like to kick you in the you know where, but he thinks, oh no, I cannot think such an unChristian thought and violence is wrong, so before he even admits to himself what he feels and hiding from himself any acknowledgment of aggression. [...]

(“Oh, I don’t think he’s so poor.”)

“Oh, that’s what the sense of outrage is about,” Rob said. [...]

(“Oh. [...]

“Oh, why did you have to put that in!” Jane cried in anguish as she read that last sentence. [...]

([Arnold:] “Oh!”)

[...] Quite innocently and oh so exuberantly he leaped upon the chance to show in the record how right I was and how wrong he was, but there you have it.

[...] “Oh, Seth,” I said mentally, in consternation.

[...] Oh, forget it. [...]

“Oh, hon,” I said, rather disgusted. [...]