“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Music from the apartment below us had begun to blare out loudly; loud enough so I could distinguish the words to the dance tunes. [...]

[...] The loud music from downstairs had stopped. [...]

[...] Seth’s manner was quite energetic, the voice on the strong side but not really loud. [...]

[...] My mother and father were arguing loudly. [...]

(Just before the Gallaghers left, Seth/Jane’s voice began to grow very loud just for a sentence or two. [...]

[...] Indeed, then as a “nothing,” I speak very loudly. [...]

(Voice very loud and powerful here. [...]

[...] Although her eyes remained closed for the whole session, her voice was loud and at times quite a bit deeper than usual. [...]

[...] Her voice was now loud and active, with a strong edge.)

[...] Her delivery had been very active, her voice loud at times, her pace fast, her eyes closed.

[...] Seth’s voice boomed out loudly for the last paragraph above—and as it did so young Willy instantly snapped to attention.

(As the session began Jane’s voice was at once loud and quite a bit deeper than usual. [...]

(She knew, she said, at once that the voice was strong and loud. [...]

[...] Throughout, her voice has been loud and strong, with an echoing quality engendered by our walls and the rugless floor.

End of session (loudly). [...]

[...] As she started to read this chant to us, she suddenly threw her head back and wailed the words in an extremely loud voice; she then remained in trance for five minutes or so, and began to speak in a liquid, near whisper.)

[...] (Voice very loud. Voice continues quite loud through the following passage.

(Loud:) The energy that sweeps down through this frame is but a small shadow of the energy that is at my command and at your command. [...]

[...] (Very loud in here.)

[...] Her voice had acquired a strong edge and had been fairly loud. [...]

[...] Jane’s voice had been loud last delivery, and active; and she resumed in the same manner, smiling often, at 10:05.)

[...] He had just begun when Seth came through again, loud and clear. [...]

[...] (Still loud and strong.) I intend to speak with our beloved and sometimes knuckle-headed friend this evening in the dream state, and make some points that I have not made this evening. [...] (Loud.)

([The Gallaghers:] “The number 12 may be significant in that one night Bill spoke very loudly in his sleep, saying we had to make our way to 12th Street. [...]

[...] Things sounded loud and clear; the quality of the traffic noise reminded her of the strength of color sensations.

(I thought that a coldblooded attitude, so talked loudly to Jane, and she answered between sobs that she was trying to continue without being overwhelmed. [...]

[...] I spoke to her loudly but it did no good. [...]

(Seth burst out with loud and emphatic humor this time because of the work Jane and I have done in recent weeks as we proofread this book, checking all my notes that are included, and so forth.)

[...] On some occasions her voice has been so loud that my ears rang. [...]

(His loud and rapid voice soon quieting, Seth explained to me that he would give a “fine demonstration of an acceleration” in a session in which we used our recorder. [...]

(In this session Jane’s delivery was often faster and more intent than usual, with many loud intervals, a few of which are indicated. [...]

[...] To whatever degree, the condemning, critical material too often becomes self-prophesying — for those who put merit on it (loudly) allow it to cloud their reactions.

(Loudly:) There are those who make careers of condemning the faults and failings of others, or of the species itself, and because of that attitude man’s great energy and good intent remain invisible. [...]

(Seth spoke slowly, fairly deeply and fairly loudly and the voice was accompanied by the usual Seth mannerisms.)

I regret that when the voice has a loud volume it does indeed sound quite harsh. [...]

[...] Up beyond the damper, I could easily hear our raccoon guests busily chattering away: perhaps it was feeding time, their noise was loud, now—a sure sign of growing things, I thought. [...]

(All of a sudden the noises from the fireplace were so loud and intimate that I thought that somehow the raccoons had managed to get past the closed damper and were behind the screen in the fireplace itself, but Jane continued as usual in trance.)

(Loudly, smiling:) Now I bid you a fond good evening.

(Here, Jane’s voice abruptly boomed out, very loud, so loud it startled me. [...]

(With the last two words of the above sentence Jane’s voice suddenly broke out loud and strong again. [...]