“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(She lay back upon her bed and pillow, half crying at times, speaking with a choked voice often, and once again with a different rhythm — one broken by long pauses every few words, as yesterday.)

(Delivery often strange, choked with emotion, long pauses.)

[...] She began speaking, or dictating, to me in her own voice—not Seth’s, for instance—but it was wavering, choked with tears. [...]

[...] She was still teary, her voice often choked with emotion. [...]

[...] After a pause, Janice Simmonds said, in a tiny choked voice, “I don’t belong here. [...]

[...] … You have forced it into anxiety so that it overcompensated, trying to protect you, and ended up half choking you to death. [...]

[...] He choked to death on a prune pit. [...]

[...] I hope you don’t choke.

[...] If I said this in the beginning before this discussion, it would have choked you to swallow it.

[...] You have forced it into anxiety so that it overcompensates trying to protect you, and ends up half choking you to death.