“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] He gave little expression to his feelings toward your mother, in a mad rush to get to the respectable and responsible attitude he thought he should have.

[...] Imagine and visualize the energy all around the corner of the house and sky, rushing toward him; then am surprised when mentally the top of his head comes neatly off, like a lid from a jar. [...]

[...] He has been rushed, in a period of high activity.

[...] Jane and I feel that we cannot rush her development, nor do we have any desire to, so the letter left us somewhat at a loss; we finally decided to let events take their course, and send the A.S.P.R. any data in which they might be interested, when, if ever, it manifested itself.

There is no great rush. [...]

[...] “Aren’t you rushing things a bit?”

[...] It seemed I had to rush through dinner and the dishes and my normal chores in order to get through by session time. [...]

[...] Intuitive springs rush to the surface, and because the outer ego has already been alerted, it is able to accept these realities while still performing its ordinary duties.

[...] Willy rushed several of them, even climbing up the screens at times.

[...] This development is not an easy one, nor can it be rushed, nor can you expect it of yourself.

and they rushed into it blindly

In any case, there is no need to rush ahead where young ladies may fear to tread. [...]

[...] The emotion will once again rush into the psychic space which is formed by elements in the personality’s psychological environment. [...]

[...] Jack and Sonja described some of the session to me in our brief conversation afterward, and Rob filled me in as we rushed to the next program.

[...] She was called late, and while rushing to get dressed caused a run in her last pair of stockings. [...]

[...] Actually it was the words that pushed at me—they seemed to rush through my mind. [...]

I have rushed in one manner, giving you some excellent material to follow that last session, and yet the quality did not suffer, though I pushed Ruburt rather far. [...]

[...] The evening was quite warm; we had a window open; the traffic noises rushed up to our second-floor living room. [...]

[...] However you, Joseph, have been rushed with your notes, due to circumstances; and if you prefer we can then, after my few remarks, wait until ten o’clock for our Instream material. [...]

It may be a rushing upward. [...]