“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Inner stability of response is suddenly swept away. [...]

[...] It was as though she had suddenly received an extra charge of energy. [...]

[...] Before him he saw a wall of books, and the self in the living room suddenly knew that his purpose here in this reality was to re-create some of those books. [...]

(Then: “Wait — I’m starting to get something on it,” Jane suddenly said. [...]

[...] Suddenly my consciousness left my body, and my mind was barraged by ideas that were astonishing and new to me at the time. [...]

[...] A brooding quality filled the room, and outside the windows, everything was dimly lit as if it were suddenly the hour just before dawn.

[...] Then, imagine that, suddenly, a raindrop falls and makes a first sound... [...]

This sort of experience involves a sudden psychic awareness, straight from the entity, that all boundaries are for practical purposes only. [...]

[...] I believe it was pinched in a sudden movement, and it should right itself.

[...] Suddenly impressions came into my own mind. [...]

[...] The analogy may not be a perfect one, far from it, but it is as if your breath were to be suddenly cut off. [...]

[...] Doctors sometimes encounter it when a patient with a so-called incurable disease suddenly recovers. [...]

[...] I relaxed by watching a television travelog; I saw a great waterfall in an isolated jungle setting; the cameraman zoomed in on the foaming, surging water leaping at the base of the waterfall—and staring at that eruption of energy I suddenly realized the obvious: It’s not the force of any nuclear reaction that we fear, but the consciousness of the event. [...]

[...] Suddenly a male voice burst loudly through that dream fabric in a very intrusive way, saying only: “Wait a few days.”

[...] It happened so suddenly I didn’t have time to think. [...]

[...] And as I talked to her I suddenly found myself crying for her again there in the semi-dark night while the wind seethed and roared. [...]

(I learned that “evolution” can mean many things.¹ Like variations on a theme, it can be progressive or relatively sudden, convergent or divergent. [...]

[...] Yet, as if they weren’t enough, on the 17th that trigger was released: Jane suddenly began writing down material directly from her own sinful self. [...]

[...] On the map Laurel showed me how the bird had suddenly zoomed into view low over the house from Pinnacle Road, and then flown even lower toward the two women near the back of the second car in the driveway. [...]