“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Sharon told me that I did hear Teresa (“help me, help me.”) last night as I was leaving the hospital via the emergency room. [...]

[...] and I didn’t hear from billing, or Andrew Fife, about any messages relayed to him from Syracuse. [...]

(“And your hearing is better than it’s been for what—years?” I continued. [...] “Yes—I can hear the birds now. [...]

[...] But this does not mean that I am not here on those other occasions when you hear me speak. [...]

I tell you to examine what you see and what you hear, not only here in this room and in these classes, but to examine what you see in physical reality in your normal life. [...]

[...] I ask you to sense within yourselves the energy in this voice that you hear, to realize that this energy is also a portion of your own energy—the energy of individuality, the energy of the universe, the energy that grows you from a fetus to the self that you know. [...]

[...] Ruburt did indeed hear me today.

(Several times in recent sessions Seth has told us that Jane is to hear from someone in Wisconsin, relative to a publishing venture and/or her ESP book, but nothing has developed yet.)

[...] If our words could not convince him, or his own understanding grasp the truth, then you had the “truth” uttered with all the medical profession’s authority—and if once a doctor had told him years ago how excellent was his hearing, the medical profession now told him that his slowness [his thyroid deficiency], helped impair his hearing to an alarming degree. [...]

[...] You may hear sounds or voices. [...]

[...] You are listening to what your ego says, and this I speaks through your mouth and then you hear this I’s words. [...]

[...] You have allowed the ego to become a counterfeit self, and you take its word because you will not hear the muffled voice that is within you speak.

[...] It would be highly confusing in this analogy to experience or hear all of these at once, however, so different portions of the psyche tune in to different stations, concentrate upon them, and tune out the others for immediate practical purposes. [...]

(I reminded Jane that during Monday’s session, the 710th, Seth had promised to “shortly explain” her hearing his booming voice in her sleep state last Saturday night. [...]

[...] As he falls asleep some night our grocer, Wilford, might suddenly hear the full strains of a symphony in his head, or instead catch a quick glimpse of a football player; or on the other hand one of the musicians in the symphony orchestra may suddenly find himself thinking about how difficult it would be to have a mistress and a wife at the same time.

[...] It shocked him because he is used to hearing my words from within his head — he had never before been aware of my voice as existing apart from him. [...]

[...] Each of the atoms and molecules that compose your body has its own reality in sound values that you do not hear physically. [...]

There is light then that you do not see with physical eyes, as there is sound that you do not hear with your ears. [...]

Now: I am only going to make a showing, because Ruburt wanted to hear from me. [...]

([Gene]: “To those who can hear.”)

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

[...] Is that the kind of comment which I could hear Tim Leary making?”)

[...] Sometimes she doesn’t want to hear them. [...]

[...] As long as she was there, I asked Carla to get someone to clean out Jane’s ears, for she’d been having difficulty hearing again lately.

[...] One way or another, however, you will hit upon some kind of situation—a portion of a TV drama, perhaps—in which a tire is blown; 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. [...]

[...] And if once a doctor had told him years ago how excellent was his hearing, the medical profession now told him that his slowness (his thyroid deficiency) had helped impair his hearing to an alarming degree.

[...] So I was to some extent only half alarmed to hear from some strange inner existence my own voice slow down. [...]

My hearing began to fail, at first gradually. [...]

The next few days, in mid-February 1982, found me determined to clear up the hearing problem—and on one level at least, it was that determination that led me finally to the hospital’s emergency room. [...]

B. Conversely, why don’t we attract the kind of people we’d like to hear from, at least by letter?

[...] The child, however, according to circumstances, may hear only the order “Brush your teeth.”

[...] He likes to hear you talk. [...]

[...] Verbally oriented, Ruburt hears only an implied order, or criticism. [...]

(At 9:15: “I hear the tune of One is the Loneliest Number, a currently popular song.

I did not hear you.

[...] She’s now developed difficulties with vision, hearing—especially in the left ear—walking, and practically all physical activities except sitting at her table or desk, or on the couch watching TV. The hearing trouble, a recent development comparatively, has already cut down on our mutual communication, for almost automatically I’ve stopped speaking to her unless we’re facing one another; and then I often have to repeat myself, so that our conversation becomes more episodic and the easy exchange is lost. [...]

(I hurried to type the Seth portion of the session so that Jane could read it this evening—Wednesday—but from my writing room I can hear her snoring as she sleeps on the couch in the living room. [...]

[...] (I don’t think she wanted to hear and that I was making her listen on purpose, for her own good.) She ran, cringing, to hide. [...]

[...] He came back to tell you there was no death—you would not listen, hear or believe. [...]

For instance, the individual might be talking along normally enough when he or she hears the sirens of a police car in the distance. [...]