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and shout

that does not stand up within itself and shout

I stand up within myself and shout the

[...] I am not speaking of stance here, but of those invisible relationships mentioned earlier, for he felt earlier as if he were literally a self divided, so that one part shouted discipline, and one shouted spontaneity. One shouted go ahead, one shouted slow down, be cautious, and these feelings of separateness were reflected in the body.

Awaken from this, shouting for help. [...]

[...] And even when you say “no” to it, you are shouting “yes” as long as you live! Then shout yes with joy -the cells of your body shout yes. [...]

[...] Down the hall somewhere a woman was shouting periodically — a display that took a lot of work and energy after a few hours. [...] But to me her unintelligible shouting signaled more than a physical affliction.)

From one end of reality you shout: “Where is God?” and from the other end the answer comes: “I am Me.” [...] From the other end of reality, God goes shouting: “Who am I?” and finds himself in you. [...]

enchanting children who shout,

[...] I don’t shout, don’t want to startle myself, but determined to show R—and to walk, maybe half across room. [...]

[...] They may have no connection to others in the room; but I want (shouts) you to use the energy behind this voice for your own purposes. [...]

(Still shouting) I want you to feel the energy that is yourself rise up from the depths of your being and merge with the consciousness that you know; (quietly) and when my voice ceases its words, then I expect a spontaneous encounter with yourself and those portions of yourself that you do not recognize, and with others in the room. [...]

[...] Let that vitality that is your own rise up within you and sing and shout even as I do. Some night we will have a shouting session together when we hold the class at another location. [...]

[...] If someone watching a gory midnight special suddenly screams or shouts or leaps up from the chair, how comical this seems, because the action is appropriate not to the “real” situation, but geared instead to a pseudodrama. [...]

[...] When you become caught in frightening physical events, however, it is equally foolhardy to yell or shout or stamp your feet, because that is not where the action is (smiling). Again, you have only to change your station. [...]

[...] You cannot afford to play overlong—to hide yourself in trivia—to become so busy that you cannot hear the truth that shouts within you. [...]

[...] (Pause.) Jane shouted but no one was near. [...]

[...] Your present father secretly admires Loren’s apparent easy sociability, not knowing that Loren is forced to laugh and shout loudly, just as your father is more or less forced by his own personality to sit silent and sullen.

[...] I consider myself an exuberant psychological explorer, finding myself, at my own request, happily set adrift among universes, able to shout with a loud hearty voice from the hypothetical shore of one to another, news of what I have found and am still finding.”

[...] Bury,” Jane shouted, almost crying, “bury! [...] [Later, Jane wondered if she hadn’t been shouting the name Barry, a man’s name; this was speculation; she wasn’t sure.]

[...] All That Is composes the fabric of the universe—which is everywhere unified, since nothing exists outside of it, and every wave or particle, or field or whatever within it, consists of a divine psychological fabric that is populated by individuation, sensation, meaning, intent, in which the most innocuous shadow of an electron rises up joyfully and shouts “I am I, and not you.” [...]

[...] It is an easy enough matter to shout to the skies: “I love my fellow men,” when on the other hand you form no strong, enduring relationship with others. [...]

[...] Instead of making her sleepy, however, it turned her into someone wild: she yelled and shouted and tried to get out of bed. [...]

“A-hah,” he shouted—and he did shout. [...]

[...] She got angry and shouted that she would read more if I wanted her to. [...]