“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“Connection with music”, reminds me that I heard music while in the AAA office; the music was piped throughout the new building by a public address system. [...]

[...] The methods are not new, though we had never heard of them at the time. [...]

[...] Later, Rob said that he never heard me speak to him and questioned whether I’d really spoken. [...]

The transition from Seth’s deep voice and lively gestures was very startling to Phil, who hadn’t heard the other personality speak before. [...]

[...] You must remember my earlier remarks about mental enzymes, and my remark that color can sometimes be heard and sight be seen.

[...] We have heard of Dunne, of course, but have yet to read any of his works; for some reason the library here has none of his books.

[...] Needless to say, neither Jane nor I had seen Bill, or heard from him, since the unscheduled session of last Friday, December 3. We saw him later in the evening of December 10, after the interview with Peggy.)

[...] I replied, but heard no more from the Zeh family. [...]

And so the first time I met my wife-to-be I heard her but didn’t really see her....

[...] John’s masculine power, while different from Jane’s Seth voice at its masculine strongest, represented the only time I’ve personally heard a voice that could match Seth’s voice at its best. [...]

A few weeks ago we heard that a former neighbor had just died. [...]

[...] Although we haven’t scoffed at such instances when we heard of them, we’ve certainly regarded those encounters through very skeptical eyes. [...]

[...] I told Jane that, once heard, much of Seth’s material had the quality of being so obvious that we in turn seemed to be quite opaque not to have reached the same conclusions ourselves. [...]

(I had heard a door slam next door, since it was a nice night and our living room windows were open. [...]

[...] In the first years of my mediumship Seth’s voice and accent seemed very odd to me, whether I heard myself speaking for him during sessions or listened to tapes. [...]

[...] The cicadas and the katydids still sounded their hypnotic rhythms, I’ve heard geese often lately, moving south in noisy waves, and we’ve had deer in our driveway several times. [...]

(“I heard Bill Baker speak a very fluent—uh, foreign—language, one that he said he couldn’t decipher.”)

Early this morning we heard strange scratching sounds on the other side of the closed fireplace damper. [...]