“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Jane was surprised also — since she hadn’t heard me ask that part of the question. [...]

[...] (Yesterday afternoon, Sunday, August 10, 1975.) In a state between usual waking or sleeping he found himself giving a session such as this one, where earlier he had only heard my words in his head.

[...] I wasn’t sure that she heard me now, though. [...]

[...] No, she hadn’t heard Seth, or sensed his presence while this was going on; she’d just realized that his help would be necessary if she decided to do the book. [...]

[...] We have heard nothing more on this, either from Seth or the two women. [...]

[...] If Jimmy is having tax troubles we know nothing about it, and have heard no rumors. [...]

[...] I have heard no talk or even rumors to this effect. [...]

[...] I heard the name “Toby” mentally. [...]

[...] One time I saw a group of men and women walking out of a deserted house into a field of knee-high brown weeds, and heard them talking plainly.

[...] It will be remembered that a young couple from next door heard Seth, and came over to see if anything was wrong. A couple of days ago Jane and I learned that other people in our apartment house heard the voice, and were quite curious.

[...] He has heard of John, our Philip here, and met him at a meeting or conference, perhaps in 1964.

(We haven’t heard from Pete this week, by the way, but Jane said she hadn’t expected to—that nothing will transpire business-wise until the new year is in.)

(On the same day we received the letter from Holland, Jane also heard from Eleanor Friede, her editor at Delacorte Press: Eleanor sent the first color proof of the jacket design for Emir. [...]

(“How about saying something about Karina?” I’d heard the Russian lady sounding off a few times this afternoon during the session.)

You have built defenses so strongly that you have not heard the voice of the inner self. [...]

[...] Nor have I ever heard Jane discuss painting in Seth’s manner. [...]

[...] The experience was of very low volume, had almost dreamlike existence in one dimension only, and represented an echo of anguish heard centuries after the original cry.

[...] That is, the strength of the inner sensual impact was as weakened and diluted as it would have been if what you heard was a cry through the outer ear that came originally from centuries already gone by.

(Before finishing the notes I thought of asking a few other people if they had either heard of double dreaming, or had experienced it. [...]

[...] Actually, we’ve heard of the strangers but haven’t met them. [...]

(We have not heard from the Gallaghers, incidentally, and do not expect to. [...]

[...] There were the other men whose voices were also heard in the first dream. [...]

[...] Now as Jane paused in her delivery I heard the town sander moving powerfully up Holley Road past our kitchen windows. [...]

[...] Working on the second floor, Bill had several times heard footsteps on the floor above; but checking the deserted floor, unused for many years, had found nothing except doors mysteriously unlocked.

[...] We thought this stemmed from the fear of interruption because of the party downstairs, though we heard nothing.

[...] We’ve heard of him before—Donald Hebb, now 72—and his own story is a classic case of self-suggestion over the years.)