“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Traffic noise even at this hour was audible; when I told Seth he was in danger of being drowned out by the traffic noise, the voice immediately rose in strong volume, humorously, for a few sentences: “I will never be drowned out by traffic...” [...]

[...] Each time we pushed the table down, it rose up again at one edge. [...]

Mountains rose and tumbled. [...]

One brief remark: A rosé wine, rather than your Pisano.

[...] Ruburt is working with the nature of impulses, and old ideas about impulses, spontaneity and discipline rose to mind, for the family situation of your brother and his wife almost typifies the kind of situation that Ruburt was determined to avoid. [...]

[...] Ruburt reinforced other ideas that Andrea had momentarily forgotten — the fact, among others, of her own true worth; and because Ruburt believed in Andrea’s worth, and because Andrea knew it, this more positive belief rose up to shove the others aside.

[...] Trying to define revelatory knowledge, or a Seth, in terms of our limited ideas about human personality is like trying to translate, say, a rose to the number 3, or trying to explain one in terms of the other.

[...] The wind outside and the breath were felt to be one and the same, so that the wind was the earth breathing out the breath that rose from the mouths of the living, spreading out through the earth’s body. [...]

[...] If you rose to take his place, then she would be driven to do her battle over. [...]

(With the above paragraph Jane rose to her feet and her voice grew stronger. [...]

[...] Her pace was faster, and after a few sentences she rose to her feet once more. [...]

[...] Whereupon Jane rose to her feet again and treated us to a voice display that in my opinion exceeded to some small degree the voice effects we had taped this evening. [...]

[...] But the closest she came to getting to her feet was when she rose to her knees while speaking.)

[...] When Ruburt fell in love with you, his vigor, strength, and expression rose to the surface. [...]

First of all, may I say good evening to you (Rochelle K.) and it is good to have you back (Rose) and I welcome you, and I welcome this one over here and I knew he (Doug) was coming. [...]

I am not suggesting that he throw bouquets or roses at his rather flowery-attired male director, but he can at least hold back the daggers. [...]

The conscious mind can, for instance, see a rose as a symbol of life or death, or joy or sadness, and under certain conditions its interpretation of a simple flower can trigger deep experiences that call up power and strength from the inner resources of being. [...]

If you examine such troublesome stimuli, you will always find that they originally rose after a long process, a process in which you were afraid to take small positive steps toward some ideal. [...]

[...] No part of Ruburt rose in rebellion last evening, to defy either of you.

[...] Feeling of no bed under ankles or feet, after first feeling as though my lower arms and hands rose. [...]

[...] The windows were open and it easily rose above traffic sounds, etc.

[...] From the busy intersection just west of our apartment house the sounds of traffic rose up through the open windows. [...]