“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] As I stood there, suddenly I “heard” Seth tell me, mentally, that my dream had forseen her condition which would lead to her death.

Miss Cunningham had been preparing herself for her own departure since she heard of the possible operations. [...]

One man bent to wash his hands in it
And saw
The skin peel off like dirt,
But the lawn was full
With the falling corpses of the birds,
And when he cried out, no one heard.

[...] As it happened a regular session night fell on that date, and, having heard nothing, Rob asked Seth if there had been any distortion in the message.

[...] The next day, I heard that a friend of Lanna’s had died. But still I heard nothing from Prentice-Hall.

A few weeks went by, and I heard nothing. [...]

[...] As time went on, I heard nothing from them, and the magazine was not one that we regularly purchase. [...]

[...] Just then I could also see a rocket hitting the water and heard the siren go off at base. [...]

[...] As I wrote, I heard dim music. It was coming from the apartment upstairs, and it was exactly the same kind I’d heard earlier. [...] The music could only be heard where I’d met Miss Cunningham.

[...] As I stood there, trying to figure out what was going on, I heard someone at the door. [...]

[...] I heard very dim jazz music and couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. [...]

(Not having heard from her publisher yet, as he had promised she would by now, Jane wrote and mailed to him a pretty stiff letter. [...]

[...] She said that when she heard Seth ask me for the envelope test, she became nervous, for as Jane she had no intention of asking for a test. [...]

[...] It was as though she heard what Seth was saying, then conjured up her own separate set of visual images. [...]

[...] Jane had heard the medicine cart in the hall, but a few minutes passed before a nurse came in with the Darvoset. [...]

[...] “I know I wasn’t in as deep the first time,” she said, “because I heard that siren.” A fire engine had passed a couple of blocks away from our house at about 9:30; only now did Jane remember to tell me she’d heard it. [...]

[...] You have heard of time pills. [...]

(“A little later, while in the same state, I heard the music again to a reduced degree, for a few seconds. [...] I believe the guitar music I heard in bed was very much like one of the guitars in the band. [...]

[...] Seth said that on occasion suggestion will reach all levels of the personality, that our voice will be heard throughout the personality, and that effective action will follow. [...]

(There follows the account from my notebook describing my adventure in hearing music while almost asleep: “February 27, Sunday night, actually 12:30 AM: As I lay in bed half asleep I heard very clearly music in chords, played by an electric guitar. [...]

[...] Jane said she had the personal association of Norway when she heard herself giving the data on ice, regarding the name.

[...] He added that if we heard a loud thudding noise on the roof tonight, it meant that an animal had managed to dislodge the stone cap on the chimney. [...]

[...] And we heard no sounds at all from the fireplace in back of me, or from the roof.)

You are teaching yourselves the value of consciousness and vitality and strength and life, by pretending to yourselves that death is death and that your consciousness will not continue and that your parents who die are forever still, by pretending that the voices you have heard in childhood will be heard no more. [...]

(I heard a man and a woman begin to climb the stairs from the front entrance of the apartment house. [...] I heard the door open, then slam shut, and a babble of voices. [...]

[...] It is always with the facsimile of what we have heard that we begin our work, and in many guises and in many ways you are acquainted with our activities. [...]

[...] It is natural that Ruburt was startled when he heard the way he sounds when he allows me to speak.

[...] Behind me in the fireplace we heard once again the mysterious scratching or chucking or chirruping sounds we’ve become aware of lately, as though a family of animals or birds has young hatching our or growing in a nest on the other side of the closed damper. I’d heard the same sound a few days ago, but since it had been a windy day I’d thought the noise was caused by branches rubbing against the house or fireplace outside. [...]

(At this moment I heard clearly the crunching banging sound of an automobile accident, through our open windows. [...] Jane heard it too, but merely cast a casual look through a window. [...]

[...] I heard or felt the thump of his foot on the floor. [...]

(Also, again tuned in on part of a conversation between Mother and Father; heard it clearly, and was involved in it, I believe, yet could not retain [...]

(February 12, Friday: While resting I heard or saw “Londondale,” and heard or saw words, “Our ways are not your ways.” [...]

[...] Sound, then, can be felt as well as heard, although you might say in such cases that the sound is heard in the depths of the tissues. [...]

[...] Jane has scanned portions of it and found it excellent; we’re surprised that we haven’t heard of it before, especially in light of Pierce’s two bestsellers on The Crack in the Cosmic Egg. [...]

[...] Again, we hadn’t heard of Dr. Ariola’s book either. [...]

[...] “The nurses are sicker than the patients,” Jane said she heard one of the nurses say this morning.

[...] Seth had said six weeks ago that the issue would be settled to my satisfaction, and our lawyer had said not to worry, and that’s the last we’ve heard. [...]

(Note: Some of Seth’s voice effects were very loud—I heard Seth rather clearly through two closed doors—after I had retired. [...]

(I told Jane that I think Seth’s material on the animals’ sense equivalents of human civilizations is the best of its kind I’ve ever heard — most evocative indeed. [...]