“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Note: This session was held on June 2. On June 5 we heard that Leonard was going to contact a real estate agent about buying a house.

And even as the session ended, I heard Mitzi out in the kitchen, playing with the wadded-up paper ball I’d made for her. [...]

Personal Reality, a book Ruburt may have heard of, does indeed deal precisely with such issues. [...]

(Jane had heard the fireworks next door, which had only sounded for two brief intervals. [...]

[...] This was the first time I’d heard her express her impatience at Seth, as though everyone was supposed to be ready when we wanted a session.

[...] As though I was on the edge of getting some great stuff I’ve never heard of before. [...]

[...] I’ve never heard or seen anything like this!”

[...] Then, as if to break the mood, mentally I heard Seth make a joke to the effect that Joseph was not to get a big head just because Seth had apologized. [...]

[...] We were to discover that the dream universe was far more valid than we had ever supposed, but what Seth said then sounded like nothing we had ever read or heard before.

[...] On the same day at 7:30 PM during psychological time, Jane once again heard within the static sound described on page 167. [...] Jane then thought she heard the owner’s mother-in-law say “He’ll be gone by the end of the week.” [...]

[...] Through the open doors and windows we heard the great rhythms of the crickets and cicadas. [...]

(“Do you want to give an example?” I asked Seth, but Jane went on speaking so smoothly that I wondered if he/she had heard the question.)

[...] She had been brooding about the birth the night she visited us, because she had just heard from the baby’s father for the first time in years. [...]

(Then we talked about her grandparents in connection with Jane and Marie; her grandmother’s death; the lawsuit against the town, which I don’t think I’d heard about before; welfare; Jane’s grandfather, Joseph Burdo, and her feelings for him, and so forth. [...]

[...] We had heard of Gardner Road before, though couldn’t recall any connections, or its exact location, etc.

[...] Nor had I heard anyone coming up the stairs.

[...] We had heard the sound of a car, I remembered, and people going into the apartment downstairs; perhaps that had caused our confusion. [...]

[...] As she read this, she heard a loud voice say: ‘Put wet tea bags on it.”

[...] I realized I’d been blue and depressed for a week or more — upset because I had not heard from a publisher and also because I was encountering difficulties at the art gallery.

[...] When he heard the voices, instead of becoming confident, he fell into a dream state. [...]

He heard tomorrow’s weather report (yesterday), groaned, thought of a very uncomfortable 90-degree temperature tomorrow [and] imagined himself miserable with the heat. [...]

[...] To some extent your own do-it-yourself attitudes kept you from such experience, and as long as Ruburt lacked it, and as long as you lacked it (with much more emphasis than I’d heard Jane use as Seth in a long time), you would both still have doubts about the nature of our own work as applied to such matters—and this goes beyond the confines of our work in ways I will try to clear later. [...]

[...] I have not heard Jane mention ever trying any such experiment. [...]

[...] Our house on the hill is so well-insulated that we heard the weather’s assaults as though from a great distance, except for an occasional sharp clatter from one of the metal window awnings as its slats vibrated in a blast of icy wind. [...]

(It developed that Leonard, who previously had told us he would be home for the evening, had just heard from friends and was going out for beer; he was unavailable after all. [...]

[...] She said she heard Seth’s good afternoon greeting just before she gave voice to it, and immediately became alarmed because she couldn’t determine what was going on. [...]

(I didn’t think Seth heard me; there was a burst of traffic noise through our open living room window just as I asked the question. [...]