“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

When this happens, you become part of a creative surge. Enough people are interested, or the books would not be read, so emotion grows. Many of those people, however, in say businesses or professions, would automatically try to grasp the new ideas with one hand, while protecting themselves from any consequences with the other: “I know these ideas seem crazy, but -” or, in the case of your professor, “I collect my crazies, but those people are authentic.”

Your friend—Professor “Crazies”—thought himself on the one hand very avant-garde to come here, and on the other he felt the need to protect himself, to maintain the stance of a professor. You should indeed have spoken more freely, but you also should have seen him simply as an individual, and not as a symbol of a school, or a structure, or as a scientist.

[...] I was suddenly aware of a crazy feeling in .... [...]

A great crazy pre-dawn—snowing like the dickens, wind blowing—and its thundering at the same time. [...]

Let’s cut loose, you and I,
Zig-zag like fools beneath the sky,
Follow the crazy plunging moon
Through secret towns like crying clowns,

I shall never be adult
But I am growing wise
Like some crazy holy child
With ghosts inside its head.

[...] “Now I’ve got that electric feeling in my toes—the one on my right foot next to the little toe prickles like crazy.” [...]

[...] When she rested, all Jane remembered was the hips “going crazy.” [...]

Now according to what you have been taught, my friend Ruburt should be mad (crazy) but he is not. [...]

[...] The crazy thing is that I spent my childhood in Bangor, Maine, and when we moved to New York State I wouldn’t give New York as my home. [...] Again, it’s crazy, it really is, because my family this time is connected with the Roger Bacon family from Boston.”

[...] There were other details, but the interesting thing was that Mrs. Lowe told me afterward that she was really crazy about horses, and that Greece and France were the only countries in which she had any great interest.

[...] Maybe I’m looking for some crazy expression like condensed richness….”

[...] “I’m going crazy,” she said twice, referring to the hectic day she’d had on Surgical 3 today. [...]

(At about the same time Emir was mailed, Jane sent Richard Bach “a crazy poem” that she’d written a couple of days earlier. [...]

Incidentally, you called me when you were sick last year, though you probably don’t realize it consciously, and Ruburt was calling help like crazy. [...]

[...] It sounded so crazy I didn’t even want to say it, about the invisible pyramids.... [...]

[...] Your young psychologist was a case in point, with his “crazies,” your Andrija Puharich, your young people with the child, about Christmas time.

If I’ve gone kinky— / legs at crazy angles— /
arms half bent— / no longer walking upright— /
a physical outcast— / and a mental speed-demon— /
well, no more apologies—from me / to me.

[...] I knew that this was a crazy place for a refrigerator, but after a while I became used to it.

[...] Sarah’s father made fishnets out of seaweed, dried seaweed, sounds crazy, [...]

[...] This is sort of crazy. [...]

[...] Therefore, I entreat you not to behave as if man will destroy himself in some future — not to behave as if man is an imbecile, doomed to extinction, a dimwitted, half-crazy animal with a brain gone amuck.

[...] Instead, my efforts showed what a crazy state I was in. [...]