“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

April 12 have a “dream” that a man is talking to me about Mass Events primarily, saying that he’s seen a copy and there is nothing about the disclaimer to anger me, that it’s ok, and then mentioning God of Jane. There was stuff I’ve also forgotten though that made me waken at once, furious; some connection between the two books, also whole bunches of feelings rise to my mind about the disclaimer being like a sign or statement that I’m a liar or that my work isn’t truthful or like, hell, the letter A for adulteress they used to pin on wicked women....

[...] I’m furious at her. [...]

When you were ill and not working part of Ruburt’s money went to them, and he was ashamed at resenting this, and furious at you that you would allow them to do this to him. [...]

[...] He wanted a car when you did not have one, but was furious that you got one in order to visit your parents—not to escape from them.

[...] He is furious that he is in such poor physical condition in front of her. [...]

[...] Ruburt was furious in the store, and felt abandoned. He was furious at himself however, not you, that he could not follow you quickly enough. [...]

This particular group of people are also usually possessed by an extraordinary anger: they are furious at themselves for not being able to showcase their own strength and power — but “forced” instead into a kind of behavior that appears sometimes frightening and humiliating.

[...] They may find themselves furious at the patient for becoming ill, and then develop unfortunate guilt feelings over their own first reactions. [...]

Ruburt was furious. [...]

[...] He felt it, and he was furious after the taste of it to have it for any reason withheld.

[...] He paints as he writes, furiously involved, in bursts. [...]

[...] Actually I feel deeply about these things and become quite furious over actions that seem blatantly destructive to us in the long run. [...]

[...] Sometimes I’d work out the correct answer to a problem, but do it the wrong way, so the teacher would mark it wrong—and that always made me furious. [...]

(I told Jane the session made me furious. [...]

joyously furious.”

[...] Jane said she quickly ended the flow of data because as she spoke she could feel the guy getting furious all over again at the mention of the encyclopedia; this following a growing anger fueled by the previous data. [...]

[...] “But what makes me so furious,” I said to Jane Sunday, “is that the species has the ability to accomplish something like that, but then makes such a mess of things back home on the planet. [...]

In the meantime you had changed many of those ideas, and Ruburt felt betrayed and furious at you for leaving him to carry on these principles in which you had once so heartily agreed, in his eyes, you see.

He did wait long before looking for work, and fought every step of the way, until he feared you would simply become furious. [...]

[...] A man who fears for his own worth, however, is furious under such conditions. [...]

[...] This ended, but now Jane had taken off, evidently wrapped up in the role briefly, for she shouted at a fast and furious pace, shaking her head violently, eyes closed. [...]

[...] The pace had been fast and furious for the most part, with more voice effects than we had heard for some time.