“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] To answer one letter would draw its author to our doorstep at once: “I am your Seth,” and: “I will visit you as soon as I hear from you.” [...]

Ruburt needed to hear the precise material that you read to him today.

[...] I told Jane that we may never hear from Blue Cross, since they’ve already turned down the claim once because the hospital was late in sending them her medical records. [...]

[...] I was frightened because I couldn’t turn them off and they seemed to go on as if the people they belonged to had no idea that I could hear so clearly. [...]

(John hadn’t mentioned the episode about hearing the voice in the bar to us previously, and at break Jane and I asked him to say no more about it to us; we hoped to see if Seth could say more about the circumstances instead, should John make it back to the session.

[...] Perhaps a deathbed scene, but I do not hear music, and it would seem that music would be connected with an opera. [...]

Again, you see, you did not have to hear me, and you did not have to listen. [...]

You and I changed that possibility, and what I foresaw therefore will not come to pass; and your own action in allowing yourself to hear me speak helped change that action.

[...] Many people actually speak louder to older persons, whether or not they have any hearing difficulties at all.

(Our dear friend, Frank Longwell, who has been a great help to us for many years, visited while I had lunch today; he’s made his first sale of a hearing aid. [...]

(A note added the next morning: I was especially pleased to hear Seth talk of redemption, for that’s one of the main themes I tried to explore in the essays for Dreams—redemption on many levels, even though we may not grasp what’s transpiring on a number of those levels. [...]

[...] Both were quite surprised to hear from me, and I felt good talking to them and saying thanks.

(“Why did you say Jane would hear from Harry Edwards again?”

[...] Seth told us Jane would soon hear from healer Edwards, in England, again soon after she had mailed him her monthly report.)

[...] “I didn’t know you could hear vitamin C,” Jane said. [...]

[...] It’s like I’m in a cone—I can hear what’s going on out there, and I have to get out.”

[...] Therefore, when you are tempted to think of it as an end of all, then remember that you know a rather lively spirit and when you hear my voice speaking through Ruburt this evening then remember how hoarse it was before I began to speak, and know indeed that were I not such a gentleman, I could add considerably to its volume. [...]

[...] I could hear his claws against the cloth of her slacks. [...]

[...] I love to hear from readers—even if it does take me forever to answer sometimes. [...]

(Jane then asked me if her book, To Hear a Dolphin, would be accepted by the publisher who now had it. [...]

(“How much will Jane be paid for her book, To Hear a Dolphin?”

[...] On the one hand, I know that you are traveling these inroads, even as I know that as I speak some of you understand me and use my words simply as maps to lead you to undiscovered lands, and others hear merely the words. For those of you who hear only the words I am sorry. [...]

[...] Never, regardless of what you may hear. [...]

(“Nice to hear from you, Seth.”)

[...] Once again, her Seth voice was quiet, and I had to pay close attention to hear it competing with other hospital sounds. [...]