“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Turn over,” as she usually does when she gets tired of listening to me. [...]

The creative artist can be afraid of letting himself go completely in his life, for fear that he will become so involved that he will forget to stand apart, to look or to listen. [...]

(“If you listen to your impulses and keep them clear—each one [in your sequence] will clear your path further. [...]

[...] I am listening to, and exchanging dialogue with, another personality.

I told you to go to your establishments (last week), but no one listened.

(This of course startled our guests, but they listened without interruption. [...]

[...] He has learned to trust and have confidence in the inner self, and to listen to the subconscious which is a part of his inner identity.

She will not listen to reason, because reason would rob her of her rage, and all of her vitality is now in her rage. [...]

[...] The men were employed by the “plumbers,” a secret group working for the Republican President Richard Nixon’s Committee to Re-Elect the President, and their tasks were to photograph records and to check upon listening devices — “bugs” — that had been planted in the offices during a first illegal entry in May. [...]

[...] I shall be listening in to your social chatter, and may make my own comments when I have the time.

[...] You must listen to its voice and return to your normal weight.

[...] It did little good in the past for Freudian psychologists to listen to a person’s associations (pause) while maintaining an objective air, or pretending that values did not exist. [...]

[...] It would not have added to his health for example either, for he listened to his body so acutely that natural healings followed as he sought from nature what his body needed. [...]

[...] Jane listened, but didn’t get anything from Seth in answer, so it’s for next time. [...]

[...] He does listen hopefully to each voice, but he is no fool. [...]

Now listen. [...]

[...] He was able to listen to the inner voice of matter. [...]

[...] In other words the actual sound effects, had you been listening, might have appeared as a loud whisper.

[...] When you listen to music that you like, when you are indulging in an enjoyable quiet pursuit, you can sense the different feeling. [...]

[...] Your painting time, I tell you—listen to me—had basically nothing to do with clock time. [...]