“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The unprojected portion of him listened. [...] He became confused, tried to take notes himself as the listening image, and realized those notes would not exist physically either.

(“At a church where we stopped, we listened to choir practice, were surprised that so many young adults were in the choir, instead of small boys or children, commented on the turnabout from what you would expect.”)

(“Has Dr. Instream listened to the tape we sent him?”

(“Did anybody else listen to it with him?”)

[...] She said she sensed a slight irritation on Seth’s part when I asked if anybody else had listened to the tape with Dr. Instream; it was as though Seth could get the information to answer the question, but didn’t feel inclined to so exert himself.

For if you listen inwardly, you can hear the first words spoken upon your planet. [...] You have only to listen to your creative drive within you. [...]

[...] You must indeed look beneath them, and you must learn to listen to the inner voice within that is not fooled by any myths. [...]

And stop where you are and look and feel and listen. [...]

Then listen to me. [...]

Jane didn’t tape this new Sumari, though—which we regretted—for she wasn’t able to get out of her chair to hunt for her recorder; I was too charmed just listening to her sing to think of a tape. [...]

[...] The answers, basically, are not to be found by listening to me, although I can help you, the answers are to be found by listening to the inner voice within yourself. Your heartbeat has more to tell you than any philosopher’s word if you once listen to them and feel what they say. [...]

[...] They listen to their growing as you might listen to your own heartbeat. [...]

[...] It listens to its growth up from the earth and to the murmer of the growth of its roots beneath. [...]

But when I read the session, I thought of Rob sitting there, listening to what I thought of as criticism, while his wife paced the room “telling him off” in another voice and supposedly for another, invisible personality. [...]

[...] Now you are squirreling around in your own head playing with words and concepts and not listening to what I have said. If you had been listening you would be more clever with your questions. [...]

In your quiet moments when you are alone, you can listen to the voice of the childhood self. [...]

[...] Listen to what I say in the context of the passage in that session. [...]

Topside, those people see themselves as a tiny group crying in the wilderness, unrecognized, unheeded, prophets to whom no one will listen. [...]

(9:57.) The world is not leaping to listen to those people. [...]

[...] (I don’t think she wanted to hear and that I was making her listen on purpose, for her own good.) She ran, cringing, to hide. [...]

I have been listening to you with great interest. [...]

Now, since we have some note-takers I will let you all rest, but I will be listening. [...]

[...] Tell Ruburt I said so — but who listens to me? Though he is listening better lately, and on the right track….  [...]

[...] As we listened to them I picked up a book which an ESP class member had left behind last night. [...]

[...] But while you are awake this communication also goes on continually but you are not aware of it, for your ego is so focused upon physical reality and upon survival within it, that you do not allow yourself to listen to the inner voice. [...]

[...] There was a reason why there was no session last evening, and if you listen to the conversation, and if you understand the nature of suggestion as thoroughly as you should and must, then you will understand the reason. [...]

(Seth returned.)If you are ready to tell secrets we’re all ready to listen. [...]

[...] I am indeed myself as usual however in excellent spirits and if Ruburt were not restraining me then you would not have to listen so hard to hear what I say. [...]

[...] The power of the voice had amazed her, whereas I had taken it for granted because of long hours spent listening to it. [...]

[...] She listened to herself speak as though listening to a recorder.