“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now. It is not likely that I will be heard by anyone for some time in the way that Philip heard me speak. Again, the condition simply happened to be favorable. I have told you that all action is psychic action, but the terms used make little difference. All action does have an electromagnetic reality, which is usually not perceived by the physical senses.

In the particular instances when Ruburt heard me, I simply do not know whether or not you would have heard me, and there are several reasons for this. I impressed or affected Ruburt’s ear rather directly because this was the easiest procedure. In other words the actual sound effects, had you been listening, might have appeared as a loud whisper.

The sort of things with which we are involved then often imply an interruption of action of this kind, and a translation or transformation of data from one range of electromagnetic energy to another. On those occasions when Ruburt has heard me more or less directly in his psychological time experiments, there has always been on his part a sound quite independent of himself, from outside of himself, of static. If you recall, on several occasions he was so certain of the static that he checked to see if he had left the radio on by mistake.

(Earlier in the day I had heard Jane remark casually, after a little talk between us, that if she felt like it she would let Seth come through during class tonight. When the session began I was at work in my studio at the back of the apartment; yet, through two closed doors, I heard almost at once when the session began. [...]

[...] Seth’s voice was easily heard.

(Earlier in the day I had heard Jane remark causally, after a little talk between us, that if she felt like it she would let Seth come through during class tonight. When the session began I was at work in my studio at the back of the apartment; yet, through two closed doors, I heard almost at once when the session began. [...]

[...] Seth’s voice was easily heard. [...]

[...] Looking backward in time, Plato heard the story of Atlantis from his maternal uncle, Critias the Younger, who was told about it by his father, Critias the Elder, who heard about it through the works of the Athenian statesman and lawgiver, Solon, who had lived two centuries earlier [c. 640–559 B.C.]; and Solon got the story of Atlantis from Egyptian priests, who got it from ———? [...]

(On September 25, 1972, the day of the 617th session in Chapter Three, I wrote a note describing how Jane and I had seen and heard geese flying south, in a spectacle both inscrutable and moving. Last night, we had reminders that a natural rhythmic cycle was completing itself six months later: As we retired I thought I heard the barking of geese migrating north, although Jane didn’t. I woke up around four a.m., though, and heard a flight clearly in the silent hour. [...]

[...] I was working on this book when I heard the sound of another flight, intermixed with traffic noise. [...]

[...] Faintly, above the sound of the rain, I heard geese once more.)

Yesterday morning I heard geese flying south for the first time this season, but they were invisible above a heavy overcast. This afternoon I both heard and saw them, and called them to Jane’s attention—a wide, straggling, shifting, V-shaped flight vanishing over the valley holding the city just below us. [...]

Others have heard it.

[...] This makes a total of three women and one male who have heard the tapes besides Pat, whereas Seth names two men and a woman.

[...] Although he states that “Others have heard it,” my interpretation is that this reference is to Ellen Tabb and Adrian. [...]

[...] I hoped that what he might have to say would ease my concern —although I haven’t heard Jane mention the condition at all. [...]

[...] Jane left a message that he should call her, but she hasn’t heard. [...]

(Either I heard my snoring actually increase in volume, or I focused upon it even more acutely. [...] I heard her clearly. [...]

[...] I heard myself snoring, without paying much attention to that fact — yet. [...]

[...] My attention now began to change its focus; for the first time I really heard myself. [...]

[...] Heard voices discussing the object. [...] I heard my voice as I “heard” the others.

[...] As I first lay down, heard noise outside. [...]

[...] I hadn’t heard her this afternoon yet. [...]

[...] They had to roll Jane back and forth while changing the chuck and the drawsheet; Jane cried—the first time I’d heard her do that in some weeks. [...]

([Student:] “I just wanted to be heard before we got off the subject. [...] He wanted to know why, just what you said, we all gravitate in that particular area; why we just heard one voice over another, or did we or should we and so on; just exactly what you said ...I told you before class started.”

[...] It was somebody that some of us here, I hadn’t heard before. [...]

(To Astor.) Now you have heard me before and listened to me before, and you have argued with me as this one over here now loves to do. [...]

[...] You heard him, and wondered if he was perhaps in the bathroom and needed your help. [...]

[...] I was in bed, and then I realized that I heard voices in my head; was not at all sure that this was a dream. [...]

[...] I don’t recall that the voices bothered me now or if I heard them, though I had not turned the back radio off. [...]

[...] Philip may not be able to follow me too well, since he has not heard, nor read, any previous discussions on matter. [...]

[...] Today I listened for the noise again but heard nothing. [...]

(As soon as I asked this, instantly, I heard the following: “What do you mean, neck? [...]

[...] He clearly heard my voice. [...] He did not sense my presence, but only heard the thunder of the voice. [...] In the dream state he has heard me giving him information. [...]

[...] “I’m hoping he says something about when I heard his voice in my sleep.” [...]

He was also aware at the time that while the voice literally boomed out, no one else would have heard it. [...]

[...] I told her about my dream of last night: I’d been in my writing room and I heard Jim Baker, our optometrist, in my studio. [...] I heard his voice clearly. [...]

(At 10:05 the music from up above stopped, and I heard people leaving. [...] “I heard the people go out upstairs. [...] The little men were working on my knees when I heard the kids upstairs leave. [...]

Remind yourself that for all you might have read, or heard, or deduced earlier, it is certainly not inevitable that all unfortunate situations take the darkest of tones, and that indeed the opposite is true; for if such were the case, the world and all of life would have literally been destroyed through disasters and calamities.

[...] We heard the medicine cart in the hall. [...]

(As I stood learning against the post in the bright sunlight, I suddenly heard my name called out, in a high-pitched, plaintive, feminine voice: “Ro-o-bert...” [...]

[...] As soon as I heard it I snapped my head around to see who was calling me—and woke up.

[...] When I heard Shirley call me I had my thrilling sensation. [...]