“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Because of news reports and my own negative thinking today, I was filled with rage, actually, about what appeared to be the generally chaotic state of the world of man. [...]

[...] The storm raged in a gale of thunder, wind, and rain. [...]

Though I yelled at my children and screamed sometimes in rage against the elements, I was struck through with the magnificence of existence, and learned more about true spirituality than I ever did as a monk. [...]

[...] In other terms the past was altered, in that Ruburt now experienced the yearned-for mother love that was warm in its animal female understanding, supportive and strong enough to easily bear a child’s small ragings and hatreds.

His rage turns outward as aggression. [...]

[...] He did not symbolically rage with the storms, for example, but quite consciously identified with them to such a degree that he and his tribesmen merged with the wind and lightning, and became a part of the storms’ forces. [...]

She would feel quite trapped if you tried to do so, and in a rage, for you would have betrayed her. [...]

[...] It is only when aggressions are unexpressed that they are dangerous, and the repressed rage will hold back the desired psychic development. [...]

[...] Earlier, a great thunderstorm raged, its reverberations seeming to crack the sky. [...]

If there are angry winter roots / within my many seasons /
a wildness untempered / by reason’s ways— /
a force, weirder and / more elemental than /
autumns demented fervor / (raging yet glorious, orange and /
green leaves splintered, / falling everywhere) /
then, so there is.

[...] I rage when neither of you work as you should. [...]

[...] It seems that currently Egyptian-motif jewelry is the rage in New York City, at least. [...]

[...] Some quite frankly prefer to die in what others would consider to be the most dire circumstances — swept away by the raging waves of an ocean, or crushed in an earthquake, or battered by the winds of a hurricane.

[...] The storms must rage, but not too devastatingly. [...]

(Pause at 10:16.) Despair may seem passive only because it feels that exterior action is hopeless — but its fires rage inwardly, and that kind of contagion can leap from bed to bed and from heart to heart. [...]

[...] She felt a growing rage and aggressiveness she could not control. [...]

[...] We’ve learned to our sorrow and rage that both entities have cut their versions of Seth Speaks, without our permission or knowledge, and have struggled to exert what force we could in order to rectify the situation. [...]

The full blossoming could not have come much earlier, but his rage did not take that into account.

[...] There is a deep rage inside the mother. [...]

[...] I think that Marie’s domineering rage at the world (chosen by her, never forget) deeply penetrated Jane’s developing psyche, and—again in those terms—caused her to set up repressive, protective inner barriers that could be activated and transformed into physical signs at any time, under certain circumstances. [...]