“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

They hear without ears and they know directly when they are in contact with he who knows who he is. [...]

[...] These changes mean that the pressure in his ears and head changes. [...]

[...] His ears were back, his hackles up. [...]

[...] My fondest regards to you both, and until you master some of the rules for recognizing or ignoring certain portions of action, you can always stuff your ears with cotton.

If you listened to your own conversations now and then with—if you will forgive me—an objective ear, you could both often cut some of your troubles short, or nip them in the bud. [...]

[...] You would not think of going to a hypnotist and having him tell you that you are getting sicker by the moment or the world was getting cruddier by the moment or that your arm or foot or head or toe or ear would hurt more and more with each breath that you took. [...]

[...] The vitality that rings, however distorted, through this voice rings through your own molecules and through the tip of your ear and through your (word lost).  This energy is a part of you that you have denied. [...]

(As Seth, Jane pushed her hair back over each ear. [...]

(John told us that although he had kept his eyes and ears open for news, he knew of nothing happening to any such neighbor, although as explained through John’s map in the 63rd session, two such women neighbors with children live three doors from him. [...]

As you know, the cells or atoms in an arm could just as well form an ear, as far as innate ability is concerned. [...]

(At 6:30, and for the next hour or so, I noticed many small instances of my familiar tingling or thrilling sensation; it finally localized in back of my ears.

[...] Oh, that traffic’s fascinating — it does things to my head and ears, inside. [...]

[...] When I speak of responsibility, I speak of the cat’s responsibility to lift its tail or twirl its ear. [...]

[...] On some occasions her voice has been so loud that my ears rang. [...]

[...] In a short time I was awakened by a child’s voice speaking briefly but loudly in my right ear. [...]

[...] I believe I might have achieved more, but was interrupted by the singing of a mosquito in my ear.

[...] A man with a mustache and rather large ears, fairly close to her; dark mustache (pause), with a Harvard or like background. [...]

[...] Her lips were very close to my ear as she talked. [...]

[...] And when I stand at your right shoulder you would hear what I whisper in your ear ...

[...] We all clapped our hands over our ears, and Seth had mercy on us. [...]