“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“I heard Seth’s voice, very loud and powerful, as I lay asleep in bed last night [Saturday]. This was the first time I’ve had such an experience. The voice was coming from the area of the room next door or just beyond, but also from above; like out of the sky or something. It wasn’t speaking through anyone — that is, it wasn’t coming from inside my head or through me as it always has so far, even in the dream state. I tried to understand what was said. The words didn’t seem to be directed at me, particularly, but just to be there. It seemed that Seth was really laying it on somebody. At first I thought he was angry, but then I realized I was interpreting the power of the voice that way. This wasn’t part of a dream, but I awakened almost at once as I tried to make out the words. Subjectively, I wasn’t aware of Seth’s presence in any way. The sound was like a supervoice; maybe like Nature speaking, or something, not the way a person would speak.”)

(10:36. Jane’s delivery had remained quiet and steady. “Boy, he was going strong,” she said. “He kept me under a good long time because of the noise [in the apartment] upstairs — and because of those phone calls, too, I’ll bet….” Here she referred to a number of out-of-state calls she’d taken after supper this evening, she’d found two of them in particular to be rather upsetting.

(“Do you want me to get you some more beer?”

[...] Don’t be so anxious to throw your individuality back into their faces, saying, ‘I’m sick to death of myself and of my individuality; it burdens me.’ Even one squirrel’s consciousness, suddenly thrown into the body of another of its kind, would feel a sense of loss, encounter a strangeness, and know in the sacredness of its being that something was wrong. [...]