“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] This communication goes on constantly, but your ego is so focused upon physical reality and survival within it that you do not hear the inner voice. [...]

[...] My student played the tape during her next college class, and since it ran longer than the allotted time, the psychology professor and some of the students went to her house later to hear the whole tape and discuss it.

[...] I discover that I can do a peculiar thing to my brain by somehow tightening the muscles on my scalp and then doing something intense with a sound I can ‘hear.’ The sound holds, and I can feel my astral body shudder inside my physical one. [...]

[...] I hear a bell tinkling and am pulled out the office door, down the corridor, through the cellar, up the stairs to my bed. [...]

[...] Yet she did not hear Seth, or any other voice; as with the Thomas Voghler Ouija session, pages 186-7, the answers popped into her mind.

[...] The sentence was left unfinished; at least I didn’t hear it all.

He will hear of its publication soon. [...]

[...] He will hear and know them.

[...] His hearing is exceptionally keen. [...]

The same kind of sound built the Pyramids, and it was not sound that you would hear with your physical ears. [...]

To some extent punctuation is sound that you do not hear, a pause that implies the presence of withheld sound. [...]

[...] Or you will see an item of that nature in the newspaper, or you will hear a story, told directly or indirectly about the same kind of dilemma. [...]

[...] As the board spelled out the answer, Jane began to hear it within, a bit in advance.)

[...] He also promised to call an ophthalmologist friend of his, to explain Jane’s case to him and hear what this individual—a Dr. Werner—had to say about Jane’s double vision. [...]

[...] This was the last thing I wanted to hear. [...]

[...] I do not hear anyone speaking. [...]

I did not hear you.

There are, then, cordellas beneath the sensations of hearing, smelling, touching, seeing. [...]

[...] Finally, I was hazily aware of hearing the cars of class members as they pulled out of the parking lot next to the house. [...]

[...] I anticipated hearing what Seth would say about some of the probable paths since taken by the photograph’s three subjects. [...]

[...] I began to wonder what our neighbors might hear, since our windows were open. [...]

[...] And toward some understanding as to why some impulses have been largely buried in the past, and why others, while recognized, were denied a hearing.

[...] It made the impression that I intended, however, and you will be hearing shortly. [...]