“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I told Jane that as I listened to it some of the material sounded contradictory. [...]

[...] As if in divine astonishment and surprise, All That Is began to listen, and began to respond to these “generations” of thoughts and dreams, for the thoughts and dreams related to each other also. [...]

[...] (Pause.) He listened, began to respond and to answer a thought or a dream. [...]

And who, I ask you, would listen? [...]

[...] Through the open patio door she listened to the first bird calls, summoning her outside to watch the foggy dawn unfold. [...]

[...] Listen, therefore, to your own knowing. [...]

[...] Breathing for example can be magnified to an almost frightening degree when one concentrates upon listening to his own breath. But as a rule the ears neither listen to nor hear the inner sounds of the body.

[...] Something to do with a party, and one child listens, a boy.

[...] If her youngest child, a boy, had listened, he did so at the age of one. [...]

(This data was quite unexpected by us, although this afternoon I had mentioned Mischa to Jane in passing, remarking on a similarity of pose struck by our cat Willy as he stood in the studio, intently listening to a sound outside. [...]

[...] Therefore, listen to your own inner voice and follow your way, but do not trust those who tell you that good vibrations are here with A and B and C and bad vibrations are with E, F, G and H, for the energy that forms All That Is is within each. [...]

Listen to your own conversation as you speak with friends, and to theirs. [...]

[...] Listen where you hear nothing, and you will hear much that will amaze you. [...]

Listening to your tape, I see that I did not make one point clear. [...]

[...] But you came upon this image of a lost god, alone, and you did not tell your friends or associates, but instead you listened. [...]

Now, Ruburt had some other things planned for class this evening and remember you are not to come here and listen to me as if I were some Sunday preacher for I make every effort to show you that I am not. [...]

[...] The transition was so smooth that it was a moment before John and I realized we were no longer listening to the tape. [...]

[...] They listen where no one else will listen. [...]

[...] After listening to my description of this session, however, she asked me to give her a copy of a couple of pages after I typed them. [...]

[...] A few days ago Jane learned that the woman for whom the session was intended had never listened to the tape, refusing to do so even though she had requested the session.)

[...] And breathing, for example, can be magnified to an almost frightening degree when one concentrates upon listening to his own breath. But, as a rule, the ears neither listen to nor hear the inner sounds of the body.

[...] Look where space seems empty, and listen in the middle of silence. [...]