“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Running into the session’s second hour, my voice had sounded progressively more hoarse, and it was the first time in sessions that it had ever shown signs of strain. After the initial discussion of the Inner Senses, Seth said, “I did not intend to make you work so hard this evening, Joseph. If your hand is working as quickly as Ruburt’s mouth, you must be exhausted. Would you like to take a break, or end the session? I am always thinking of your convenience, at least when I am not concerned with your education,” he added with a smile.

Here, as Seth, I pounded on the desk for emphasis, and suddenly began speaking in a stronger voice. At the same time the hoarseness disappeared. Word by word the voice grew deeper, more formal, louder. As Rob looked down to take his notes, he realized that a vocal metamorphosis of some kind was taking place. He wrote as fast as he could, so he could also look up now and then to see what was going on. Now I stood almost in front of him, the un-Jane-like open eyes staring at him as if to make sure he understood what was being said.

Instantly my voice returned to normal. The hoarseness had long since disappeared. Now it was almost impossible for us to end the session. We were too intrigued. Despite Seth’s parting words, I could “feel” him still present, along with a tremendous sense of vitality and goodwill. Rob told me about the heavy masculine voice with its astonishing volume, and all around me I felt this high energy and great humor as if an invisible Seth were sitting there, smiling, ready to start a friendly chat.

[...] Her voice became hoarse and dry. [...]

Along the way, they discovered those original standards were wanting (hoarsely). [...]

[...] Jane’s Seth voice was quieter than usual, and had a hoarse or rasping quality to a mild degree.)

[...] I could talk hoarsely while feeling the second portion work its way down my esophagus. [...]

[...] When Seth came through her voice was a bit hoarse, but with good subdued power. [...]

[...] Therefore, when you are tempted to think of it as an end of all, then remember that you know a rather lively spirit and when you hear my voice speaking through Ruburt this evening then remember how hoarse it was before I began to speak, and know indeed that were I not such a gentleman, I could add considerably to its volume. [...]

[...] Groaning and straining, making hoarse sounds of effort, she began to struggle to move her whole body. [...]

[...] My throat was hoarse. [...]

[...] I’d thought her driving herself until she was hoarse was a late — or last — confrontation with a world that she might soon be leaving …)

[...] Toward the end Jane’s voice had become quite dry and hoarse, and I had been on the point of asking for a break when Seth did take one.

[...] This was her longest uninterrupted delivery by far since the sessions began last November 1963, and she appeared to go through it without any visible change in manner beyond the quite natural hoarseness toward the end. [...]

[...] Karina had definitely been a bother this afternoon, and she was still calling out, her voice hoarse and much weaker. [...]

[...] For another, I refuse to sound like a hoarse horse. [...]

[...] By now Jane’s voice had regained its normal tone, though it was a bit hoarse. [...]

[...] Jane’s voice had become hoarse, yet nasal. [...]

[...] I could see that she was somewhat tired; her voice was getting hoarse also, but since I hoped we could get a little more information to verify the hypnosis experiment, for use in Jane’s book, I decided to continue.

(Jane’s voice was by now very hoarse and tired, yet she continued. [...]

[...] The hoarseness gradually cleared up as the material unfolded, however. [...]

[...] Jane’s voice was now quite hoarse and weak; I believe she would have been forced to stop in a few more moments. [...]

[...] I stood on two legs, making loud, hoarse and guttural noises of … exultation as I stood upon a great plain. [...]

[...] Her voice was rather dry and hoarse at times but was not strained, and became no worse during the session. [...]

[...] Luckily there was a little wine left in one glass; as I finally became so hoarse I could hardly talk, I began to sip this, and it helped a great deal. [...]

[...] Also, Jane’s voice was getting hoarse. [...]