“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] If you are furious, then beat a pillow and experience the rage, but without violence to another. [...]

As soon as they learned of the rescue attempt, the furious and contemptuous leaders of Iran announced that they were dispersing the hostages around their country in order to block another such endeavor. [...]

[...] Nebene was furious that Ruburt would not speak for him. [...]

[...] And despite our anxious Ruburt’s furious attempts to block me, I will indeed say that the person who was once betrayed by the personality involved was the present father of the personality, and he knows it—

Leonard made a home here, and Ruburt for all of his disdain with Leonard’s taste, was furious at taking Leonard’s discard. [...]

(Smile.) Some evening we must use your recorder so that you do not need to write so furiously, and let me talk to you. [...]

[...] A sharp exchange with Seth followed, and I ended up furious—which I suppose was a good way to blow off steam. [...]

As always I dislike leaving you, but after Ruburt paces up and down and utters my monologue steadily for such long periods of time, and after you scribble away my immortal words so furiously, then I know that you must be glad for a rest.

[...] Rob took all the notes he could, scribbling furiously.

Then, gradually, I became aware that my consciousness was settling back in my body again, but slowly, like dust motes descending through the evening air down to where my body sat upright at the table, head bent, fingers furiously scribbling notes about what was happening as if they had a mind of their own.

[...] In the meantime, the relatives changed their minds; the doctor was furious and left. [...]

Such people realize their deficiency, yet conversely because they do have a distorted but seemingly dominant “I” they are only all the more furious and confused. [...]

[...] The obvious unconcern on the part of that middle-aged female attendant made me furious.

[...] My body sat at the table, my hands furiously scribbling down the words and ideas that flashed through my head. [...]

[...] Part of me was aware of the strangeness of the situation and of the flickering candlelight in which Rob was furiously taking notes. [...]

I didn’t feel this way in the beginning, but I was really furious that he didn’t tell us the results of the tests; all those hours seemed to be going down the drain. [...]

[...] If you’re really furious at someone and don’t dare retaliate, then you can give yourself the suggestion before sleep that in a dream, you’ll really get even. [...]

(I was quite pleased that in spite of the fast and furious pace of most of the session, my writing hand was holding up remarkably well. [...]

[...] Indeed, as we left the stairs two dogs in a back apartment set up a furious barking as they scratched at what I knew were kitchen windows. [...]