“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Heard conversation. [...]

[...] A couple of days ago Jane and I heard through a friend that Miss Callahan has twice been found walking along Route 17, a main highway here, as she tried to get back to this house. [...]

[...] Our living room opens on the hall entrance so we thought we could be heard through the door. [...]

[...] Seth’s material had reminded Jane that several times in the past she’d had the experience of hearing music when none was to be heard—that is, no radios were playing within range, etc. [...]

(After that, the sensation returned to a lesser degree at each sound I heard, such as the call of a robin, a passing car, a sound elsewhere in the house, etc.; it was almost as though I could predict when I would experience the sensation, almost as though it was close to becoming routine.

[...] You cried, and you clearly heard Emma Martin tell your mother that she should not go to you, and then you would be quiet.

[...] I’ve tried to do the same thing, but I suddenly heard my own true tone, which I’m bound to follow … to go beyond the conventionalized postcards … I’m done, Bob.”

[...] The three have heard Seth speak before on a few informal occasions; this was their first regular session. [...]

You have heard terms like “The Brotherhood of Man,” or, as Ruburt might say, “The Brother-Womanhood of Women” (humorously). But at any given time, in your terms — at any given time — the population of the earth is made up of counterparts … and so when you kill an enemy, you are killing a version of yourself … For as you are members of a physical species, you are also members of a psychic kind of counterpart reality; and this membership straddles races or countries, or states or politics.

[...] He yelled out for me, but I was in my physical body, humming merrily out in the kitchen, and I never heard a thing. [...]

[...] Yet I like lines like: “Let the dirge be heard, sweeping all things before it,” and: “I’ve developed a sense of death, when someone takes a few steps off the known path almost unknowing,” and: “I breathed in the public air and it became private.” [...]

[...] Your experiments, Joseph, are coming along extraordinarily well, and when you hear the voice that you heard in your experience, then you will recognize it.

Still, her work has met with a great deal of understanding from many people, if hardly from everyone who’s heard of it. [...]

[...] I’ve heard her say the same thing before, of course; see Note 13 for the 712th session. [...]

[...] They were, in fact, inaudibly a part of each heard melody, and those unheard variations added silent structure and pacing to the physically actualized music.

[...] We were discussing the session, particularly the last portion, when Jane heard from Seth again. [...]

[...] Jane and I married in 1954, and so she has been strongly aware of studio connections with me, on a steady basis, since then, and has often heard me talk about earlier studios.

[...] I had heard her mention often that after a session she would feel as though she had drank a little too much. [...]

[...] He heard the girl’s nervous titter—

For the same session Seth also offered evocative analogies involving heard and unheard musical compositions on the one hand, and counterpart, probable, and reincarnational selves on the other.