“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He felt like crying all of a sudden, and he mentioned that. [...]

(December 21, Monday, 8:15 PM: Interrupted by baby crying downstairs, but prior to this a good state achieved. [...]

[...] That was indeed part of your intent, but then when this occurs we only hear cries of woe. [...]

[...] It is true I have not cried, but if things continue as they are, I may be about to, for I want your entire self here and expressive. [...]

[...] A great sword, a shield, cries; white teeth and dark skin. [...]

[...] A feminine voice cried out for Jane. [...]

(Our cat, Willy, had cried at the kitchen door.)

[...] Jane cried briefly. [...]

[...] He cried however because, you see, he realized that this was part of his priceless energy that he had expended, uselessly, and in the tears lay the lesson. [...]

[...] To make ideals practical and to make them work, that is some job, and it is much better to face them and try to make them real and make some kind of pleasantness here than cry because you do not have heaven on earth. [...]

[...] You are not here to cry about the miseries of the human condition, but to change them when you find them not to your liking through the joy, strength and vitality that is within you; to create the spirit as faithfully and beautifully as you can in flesh.

[...] You may believe that good mental health means being always cheerful, resolute and kind, and never crying or showing disappointment. [...]

[...] The landing was very rough and I cried out in dismay as my friend bounced and skidded around. [...]

(At times there was a hint of crying, of deep feeling, in Jane’s voice.)

[...] Willy began to stalk through the apartment, crying out; it was a cool night and no bugs were to be seen. [...]

(From my studio at the back of the apartment came Willie’s cry. [...]

[...] Often when a child cries about a bogeyman, what he has seen is such an image production or fibrous projection, formed by vivid desire on the part of the subconscious.”

If Ruburt now and then wants to cry on your shoulder, let him, and comfort him. [...]

[...] Jane suddenly cried out and began to shake her head violently from side to side as she sat in her rocker. [...]

[...] The body itself cannot understand these blocked messages, and cries out to express its own corporeal knowledge of the moment as it experiences it. [...]

[...] This may seem a far cry from a discussion of entities. [...]