“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I told Jane that I was somewhat surprised to hear from him so quickly, and by his evident interest.

[...] Realize that there are voices you cannot hear with your physical ears, and listen for them inwardly. [...]

The atoms and molecules that compose your cells and your flesh, for instance, do not react to the physical sounds that you hear or to the light patterns that your physical eyes perceive. [...]

(I’m sure that Jane tires of hearing me periodically rehash views that the species has engaged in at least three major wars in a little more than half a century, plus a number of “smaller” ones. [...]

[...] I do not hear other voices. [...]

(Jane reports that as she delivers Seth’s messages now, she does not hear the words within before speaking them aloud; rather now she talks along without knowing consciously what she will say from one word to the next. [...] The only time she will hear words within before speaking them aloud, is when Seth has paused during a delivery and is about to resume.

[...] Mechanisms and pathways exist, making it quite possible for you to see sound, or hear color, although that is not your primary habit at this time.

[...] He [Ruburt] had a small experience of hearing a voice speak in his mind [yesterday]—a voice of comfort, all he remembered of quite legitimate assistance he received from other personalities connected with the French life, that came as a result of the French dream. [...]

[...] Jane didn’t hear Seth tell her this within; she merely “got” the information.

[...] I asked humorously, after waiting to see if Jane was coming out of trance: “Did you hear what I said earlier this evening, about growing new teeth?”)

[...] And if they hear my voice they will simply think that our friend is simply talking in his sleep. [...]

[...] You have been told simple tales, and they are delightful ones; but if you were not ready to hear more you would not be in this room.

[...] Jane laughingly told me that if the new data “wasn’t good enough,” she’d probably never again hear from the people involved — but at this time we didn’t realize what was to follow.

You will hear from your Dr. Instream shortly.

[...] We could hear the gutters running full. [...]

(“I’ll come back briefly because I hear a few sentences in my head.” [...]

[...] Now in the actual future you are the self who hears the voice of a past self, perhaps in a dream, or perhaps in a projection into the past.

[...] I also closed the doors so I would not hear the doorbell or phone.

Now imagine a composition in which the pauses and the silences that you do not hear are sounded — and the notes that you hear are instead the unheard inner structure.

[...] As we sat for the session in our “new” den we could hear through the open sliding glass door the mixed chorus of tree toads and various insects echoing through the woods in back of the house, and up and across Holley Road.

[...] Jane hears nothing within during pauses, all is quiet.