“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The windows were open to the sound of traffic close by; this made hearing this faint voice difficult at times.)

[...] If these universes were not interwoven then we would have no communication, but each has a mirror in each, and one reaches out to all the others, and I speak a million words to you for each one you hear.

[...] Sue is used to hearing Seth speak more rapidly in ESP class, where tape recorders are used. [...]

[...] Often when you hear a denial in such circumstances, you immediately leap to the correct conclusion — that in a month or so an affirmative answer will be given to the same question.

[...] (Humorously, to me): You do want to be able to hear me over there, don’t you?

[...] Sometimes I can hear Seth through the two closed doors.)

Now as men wonder about what was Mona Lisa thinking, so let them be so intrigued and so involved that they want to hear your prophet’s unspoken words. [...]

By the time the painting is done you should almost be able to hear his words, even though they are in a language you do not know. [...]

[...] Does anyone hear his question but himself?

[...] And Steve didn’t ask Jane if he could see me, so I didn’t hear from him. [...]

[...] Let’s hear it, Seth!)

[...] Some of them talked about her right in front of her as though she weren’t there—and, Jane said, with her hearing still much impaired at that time, she almost felt as though she wasn’t there.

[...] When they spoke to Rob and me I tried to listen, but my hearing was still so poor that it was nearly impossible to make out one full sentence at a time. [...]

[...] As I listened to the doctor talk, poor hearing or no, I could almost feel medical science starting up all of its gears, ready to go to work on my behalf—and I wasn’t ready to make any such decision right then. [...]

[...] Jane’s finger continues to improve, and for now at least we don’t even want to hear from any medical people. [...]

[...] The last thing we needed to hear. [...]

[...] That beneath the sounds that you hear there are other sounds, and I do not simply mean beneath the range of your hearing. [...]

[...] Remember the smell of lilacs, for example, or try to hear the crisp crunch of snow, or try to visualize an ocean or lake. [...]

Donald, for example, may hear the hallucinated voice of the god or hero. [...]

[...] She didn’t want to hear my notes for the session, or the poem she’d dictated yesterday. I thought it important that she hear the notes, but had no choice except to wait.

[...] On phone a man makes appointment to take me to dinner to discuss giving me an excellent position but I can’t hear him properly and got to another office to check time, etc. [...]

[...] It was highly important that you receive fresh input through the telephone, hearing peoples problems and questions at first hand. [...]

I will tell the reader how he sees what he sees, or hears what he hears, and why. [...]

[...] You are being addressed, and so am I. Learn to hear your own messages, not to distort what you hear or translate it into old alphabets.

[...] I have awakened many times, when such dream sessions were taking place, hearing Seth’s words still lingering in my mind.

[...] The ideas within it deserve a hearing, despite their source, and conversely, because of it.

(“Did anybody else at the school hear the tape beside the students? [...]

[...] This interpretation results in one man and one woman hearing the tape, versus Seth’s mentioning of two men and a woman.)

[...] You need to vocalize them because by hearing the words you realize what you actually feel and believe. [...]

Now, in particular I would like to hear answers from here (to Arnold) and here (to Dennis) and from the silent one in the back of the chair (to Laurie), and first of all I would like to make a remark to our friend (to Florence) and it is this. [...]

[...] Even by 8:55 Jane still had no idea whether she would hear from Seth.

Now I will leave you for the evening, having tricked Ruburt into hearing the truth upon this matter. [...]

[...] I stuff the things back into the large bags and hold them tight to my chest, hearing the paper crinkle, and once I almost think I will make it and bring them back. [...]

[...] Suddenly I became aware of a mental image, with sound that I couldn’t hear; like a silent movie. [...]

[...] In 329 on the other side of the bathroom we could hear Christina through two doors, singing in Russian and English. “She sounds like a dirge,” I said, yet when I’d been in the john and could hear her better. [...]

Now the fetus also hears, and the same thing applies here. He hears while within the womb, sounds from the, physical environment, but also sounds within the available range of reality that are not accepted as such. When the infant is born he still hears these sounds and voices, but again they do not meet his physical needs nor bring him milk when he cries, and gradually he discards them, focusing upon that data which best serves his physical purposes.

If you hear him uncomfortable in the night, a word of comfort does make him feel less isolated. [...]