“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

My thoughts go buzzing

[...] I then felt my tiny friend, who by now seemed to be even smaller, buzzing and banging against my palms, trying to get out.

[...] I felt him buzzing, very vividly, still trying to escape. [...]

[...] This made me very angry, for as I felt my friend buzzing inside my hands, I wondered how I would know him from any other insect once I released him in order to help him.

(After we had talked for some time Jane told me that she felt Seth “buzzing around,” and that he could explain Marian’s dream to her should she be willing to listen. [...]

[...] She also felt an internal “buzzing” which wasn’t physical, and a sudden desire for urination at the end of the session. [...]

that glitter and buzz and swarm

[...] Your thoughts buzz about like a bee (rings bell). [...]

[...] Seth did most of the talking as usual; and more and more his attention became riveted upon Rich as the latter buzzed around, taking photo after photo, with flash. [...]

(From its position on a bookcase some 10 feet away, the telephone began to ring — to faintly buzz, actually, since we’d turned down its bell before the session. [...]

(Still buzzing …) Give us a moment … For example: In certain terms, you are working with the challenge of how best to use the world’s resources. [...]

[...] Jane said she felt Seth “buzzing around”, but since I had just caught up on my notes for the three other sessions this week, I begged off. [...]

[...] His mind is buzzing with them. [...]

[...] Jane said that Seth was going to talk about the electromagnetic units discussed in the last session—she could “feel him buzzing around.”)

[...] Pouring me a glass of wine just before the session was due, she said she could feel Seth “buzzing around.”

[...] Nor can I blame you for growing tired, when after asking you to imagine this strange structure I then insist that you tear it apart, for it is no more actually seen or touched than is the buzzing of a million invisible bees.

(Since the subject had been under discussion for some time by now, so that a certain mood or feeling might be said to have been engendered, Jane remarked that she could feel Seth “buzzing around.” [...]

[...] Nor can I blame you for growing tired, when after asking you to imagine this strange structure, I then insist that you tear it apart, for it is no more to be actually seen or touched than is the buzzing of a million invisible bees.”

[...] As we made ready for it in our living room, Jane became aware of a faint buzzing — a sound I couldn’t hear. [...]

(A wasp flew around the ceiling.) Now I buzz as your wasp does. [...]

[...] They will get no further to the heart of truth or reality than a fly buzzing around the outside, forever-closed-to-him, portion of a round, hard, unripe apple.

[...] Nor can I blame you for growing tired when after asking you to imagine this strange structure, I then insist that you tear it apart, for it is no more actually seen or touched than is the buzzing of a million invisible bees.

[...] This was accompanied by a buzzing noise and other loud sounds that I now accept as characteristic of certain kinds of projection. [...]