“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Perhaps your late arrival was caused by “a chance meeting” with a friend at the last moment, or by a misplaced ticket, or by a traffic jam that seemingly had nothing to do with you at all.

[...] She told me how a traffic light was installed at the corner of Lake Street and Nelson Avenue, as a result of the suit Marie won against the city, concerning her grandmother’s death. [...]

(Traffic noise was loud. [...]

(I didn’t think Seth heard me; there was a burst of traffic noise through our open living room window just as I asked the question. [...]

[...] It had begun to rain gently; traffic seemed to hiss upon the pavement. [...]

[...] She thought the trance had been deeper than usual to cover many distractions: the weather and new rain, traffic noise, a party going on downstairs, etc.

[...] She said traffic noise had bothered her at the session’s start, until Seth had me turn on the cooler. [...]

[...] With the windows closed traffic noise was not a problem. [...]

[...] And with a traffic problem in the heart of a town, with a crystal connection.

(John Bradley closed the window to reduce traffic noise.)

[...] I had the fan on, the curtains pulled back and the windows open so we could hear the sounds of traffic below. [...]

[...] Her voice was rather quiet, although easily heard above the traffic noise. [...]

[...] She wasn’t aware of the traffic noise for instance, even though the windows were open. [...]

We parked here today
and the green world swirled
jungle-quick, downtown
across the river, and like
a city bushman I was in tune,
swinging through thought’s treetops
while the traffic stopped and started,
precise as a ceremony of animals,
almost formal, engines thundering
then purring, wheels pausing,
headlights hypnotized in sun.
You walked into the bank,
making an exchange as ancient
as any tribal dance.

[...] The neighborhood was muffled and serene; even the traffic passing our apartment house was slowed to a crawl for a change.)

[...] She is also not so aware of outside distractions, such as traffic passing the house, people in the hall outside our door, etc.

[...] The fact is that had you moved, the traffic simply would not have bothered you, in your enjoyment of other features.

[...] I was working on this book when I heard the sound of another flight, intermixed with traffic noise. [...]

[...] The windows were open and it easily rose above traffic sounds, etc.

[...] If Ruburt were a traffic cop, other methods would have been taken so that he would not get run down, for example. [...]