“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The body cried out to be touched. [...]

There are definite points—and check the old sessions—where emotional resistances will be reached and he will want to cry during the sexual encounter. [...]

[...] Jane cried out in surprise. [...]

[...] Jane cried again, and kept on making a series of low moaning sounds, eyes closed, as I worked with the leg. [...]

[...] Jane cried at times, but not excessively. [...]

(Jane cried as she told me things I hadn’t heard before. [...]

[...] Jane had cried a bit after Dr. K. left and before Peggy came in, and I’d tried to console her. [...] Crying didn’t last. [...] Jane also cried on the waterbed that now “it would be harder to do anything on our own, because we had to deal with the medical establishment too,” as well as our own beliefs. [...]

[...] I found her cries both fascinating and distracting, as I wondered what kind of mental mechanisms were responsible for her behavior. [...]

(Which reminds me that after she left us, Susie went next door to tease at Christina, but for some reason Christina didn’t respond with her own Russian mixture of unintelligible cries and pleadings for Georgia.

[...] She’d cried several times as we talked — mourning most of all, I thought, that she would probably never get home again, see the house and grounds, and so on. I felt like crying myself, for I felt that she was right. [...]

[...] Here you are not to hide within the closet of 3 dimensionality and cry, “It is dark and I cannot see!” And refuse to use the inner light that can alone aid your vision.

[...] Here you are not to hide within the closet of three-dimensionality and cry, “It is dark and I cannot see!” and refuse to use the inner light that can alone aid your vision. [...]

[...] He should have cried quite honestly in front of you, and you should have then tried to reassure him of those positive elements of his appearance.

[...] Questioning her before writing these notes, I learned that she had indeed covered up feelings of inadequacy, crying, etc., regarding her appearance as compared with others.)

[...] Then it means that you do not waste time and energy in apathy, or in crying over the past, but that you see yourself at last beginning upon a course of action that is highly important. [...]

And if the life force did not sustain you, then you could cry, “I am I!” to nothing, for there would be no self to cry. [...]

[...] She slowly came out of trance, and briefly seemed about to cry. [...] Both of us, correctly it developed, attributed the crying feeling to regret at some of our past efforts that were not as successful as we had hoped they would be, regarding using the material to help others, to get it published, etc.

[...] Once again she seemed about to cry, but did not. [...]

[...] Then one girl, not of the group, is crying. [...]

[...] Then thought, nearly crying: I cut down desire—like loving to shop, and am afraid now to mix with people—then said Rob would help me there—in decent walking shape surely my attitude would be entirely different—so different it’s hard for me to imagine then to the importance that I make distinctions between the natural world; and the social or cultural one. [...]

and when we cry out the loudest in our anguish

[...] All I know is that I awakened myself crying, my body very sore, sat on the side of the bed and made the following connections from my feelings at the time:

[...] She woke me up crying at 4 AM, with flashing, shooting sensations in her right leg, from the hip all the way down to the foot. [...]

(Jane slept until noon, and again during the morning thrashed about often in her sleep, and sometimes whimpered or cried out, presumably because of a dream. [...]

[...] Crying and moaning. [...]

[...] Jane screamed in pain, and Georgia cried. [...]

[...] I thought she wanted to cry, but wouldn’t let herself do so.

[...] I wish there was some way each book could be turned into print instantly, so that we could go on to the next one … I can’t help it — every time Seth finishes a book I feel like crying.”

(11:47 PM.) Tell Ruburt not to waste time crying over his mistakes. [...]