“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] A gushing forth, such as something explosive, as the rushing of a waterfall. [...]

[...] Your blood rushing through your body does violence to it then. [...]

[...] I leaped out of bed and rushed to the studio. [...]

[...] A rush of disappointment flooded through me. [...]

Spring night; my first husband and I just pulled up in front of my mother’s house; the rushing sounds of a car pulling in ahead of us. [...]

[...] “What’s the rush? [...]

Then he dares to go forward, only then he must rush. [...]

[...] I then had the startling experience of hearing the water rush out of the faucet as clearly as if I were in the same room with it.)

[...] His defiance was finally aroused, a sense of personal worth rushed to the surface, a sense of independence, the feeling “Well if you wanted to leave him go ahead,” all of which released some pressure. [...]

[...] We didn’t hear firecrackers any longer, just the smoothly rushing traffic sounds. [...]

They will rush through my skull

(Pause.) When it rains, water rushes in great exuberant gushes down the sides of the mountain, bringing life and vitality to all of its parts. [...]

[...] Again, I do not suggest that you rush out and get a fulltime job, or that you spend all your energies freelancing.

Here Nebene within you rushed to your aid. [...]

[...] She too had been bothered by the rush and clatter of traffic, even in trance, and we talked about moving to quieter surroundings before next summer.⁴

[...] It feels an ever-thrusting power, rushing up from beneath, that erupts in always-changing form. [...]

Quickly, I rushed out of bed and opened the door into the next room. [...]

When all of summer’s
splendid leafery is gone
then space seems to surround
us everywhere, far and close.
The immense vault of the universe
turns intimate,
reaches to our chimneytops
in shining swirls of sudden openness
just outside of our back doors.
Space from the galaxies
rushes in to fill the new emptiness
where a million million leaves were,
and the valleys hold
natural cupfuls of space,
filled to their transparent brims.

[...] I seemed to “click out” when Seth spoke, yet a tremendous sense of energy rushed through me as he did so. [...]

[...] She felt herself rushing in various directions, she said, inspired by these concepts, then giving voice to them one by one as she reached them. [...]

[...] At 6 AM she called me to get her up, and I rushed through the morning’s usual chores so that I could get started on typing this material. [...]