“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Rob and I were with a group of people, all laughing and calling out shouts and responses. [...] We shouted one word over and over again: “Kangaroo.”

[...] I have said this many times and doubtlessly I will continue to say—when Ruburt’s familiar body is some 40 years older and my voice in comparison to Ruburt’s sounds like quite a young man (shouts)—That my energy should remind you of the energy that is inherent within yourself and that any energy that sweeps through this small frame comes from the same energy that gives you your vitality and strength and that should bring you joy and fulfillment. [...]

[...] You brought it upon yourselves so that you would realize despite all your stories (shouts really loud!) that you have not been given domination. [...]

[...] She had a vague memory of the near-shout I’d directed at Willy. [...]

[...] He shouts, though no word is spoken. [...]

(Last night Jane woke me up shouting in pain, because of a cramp in her back, momentarily. [...]

[...] So you may leap from one to the other, shouting emancipation and feeling yourself quite free of old limiting ideas.

[...] [It would be interesting to get material from you-know-who on this whole question of others claiming to speak for Seth.] No shouting or anger was involved in the call. [...]

[...] You are using it creatively whether you know it or not, and it shouts through you even though you purse your lips, and it speaks through you even though you tense your muscles to hide it. [...]

[...] The patient may silently shout out, “That is not just a blood sample — it is my blood you are taking.” [...]

[...] In the same way, many who shout about independence are afraid that they are basically helpless. [...]

[...] It is as if the team coach shouted “Try as hard as you can—but we will probably lose because that is the way it is.”

[...] What good will it do if through Ruburt I literally shout from the rooftops, and raise my voice, and shout that I am indeed who and what I say I am. [...]

[...] This voice is not a shouting voice, but simply an innately stronger voice.

[...] Then I shouted at him until he began to project, grabbed his astral arm and helped him to his feet. [...]

From the sleep state I project to Carl’s and shout at him until his astral body sits up. [...]

A friend and I, with some others, staged the ceremony, and from opposite clouds in the sky Allah and I shouted out our claims upon his soul — while he, poor man, cowered on the ground between us. [...]

(Here again Jane’s voice shouted out briefly.)

There is always a reason whether I whisper or whether I shout. [...]

It may outrage your intellect, and the evidence of your physical senses may shout that it is untrue, yet a belief in good without a belief in evil is actually highly realistic, since in physical life it will keep your body healthier, keep you psychologically free of many fears and mental difficulties, and bring you a feeling of ease and spontaneity in which the development of your abilities can be better fulfilled. [...]

[...] Then indeed they result in explosive barrages, ranting and shouting, organic and psychological illnesses, and of unfortunate manifestations.

[...] With the best of intent most public health announcements shout the symptoms of critical diseases to the skies, so that the smallest of indispositions becomes the trigger for personal fear on the part of millions. [...]

He wanted to shout your decision (to leave Artistic) to the skies of course, and thought he was quite reasonable by saying nothing for a while, at your request; yet secretly he thought that your attitude of silence meant that you were not proud of the decision, did not want it known, that you were acting ashamed of it and wanted it kept quiet, rather than as a triumph.