“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The voices were very loud, independent, each quite different from the others, and I believe, all male voices. [...]

[...] Blacks that speak loudly. [...]

(“Blacks that speak loudly.” [...]

(I am also of the opinion that the three pieces of data just preceding this: A border; blacks that speak loudly; and vivid verticals; might be said to apply to the artwork as much as to the envelope object itself. [...]

[...] Jane had written this chant down during an Alpha experiment in class; when she started to read it to us, she suddenly wailed the words as loudly as I have ever heard even Seth’s voice go:

[...] just made a remark that sent me convulsing with laughter when Seth came through again, loudly and emphatically:)

(“Could you repeat that again for the record?” I waited, and Seth came through again, loudly.)

[...] Then Seth came through, loud and clear; the suddenness startled us. [...]

[...] When her movements started I called loudly to her but did not get through.

[...] Jane’s Seth voice was firm but not terribly loud.)

A hearty good evening and a fond good night (loudly.

[...] Her breathing became noticeably loud—something quite rare in the sessions. [...]

[...] The voice was good but not too loud; eyes opened again.)

[...] Jane fell asleep, flat on her back, mouth open, breathing loudly. [...]

(Jane’s voice had become suddenly very loud. [...]

[...] Her voice was not so loud now.

[...] Now my voice is loud but the voice of the inner self is very still and you must be quiet to hear it and so from the loudness of my voice let your self run inward into that silence that is very active. [...]

[...] They clumped on up past our floor to the one above, sounding very loud and clumsy. [...]

[...] 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:

(“I heard Seth’s voice, very loud and powerful, as I lay asleep in bed last night [Saturday]. [...]

They were not only his private religious beliefs, but those of his contemporaries generally — and (loudly:) the foundations upon which your present civilization was made. [...]

[...] Her eyes were closed, her voice good but not loud, her pace a little fast. [...]

(Jane’s voice abruptly rose in volume until it became very loud. [...]

[...] Groaning and grunting and trying even harder and more loudly, Jane once again began lifting her head and torso and moving them from side to side. [...]

[...] And loud noises that are music. [...]

[...] Jane spoke rather loudly but paced at an average rate. [...]

[...] He ran to the stove, touched it, and as he burned but only slightly his right hand, the door slammed nearby very loudly.

[...] And loud noises that are music. [...]

I will not again, since I have put Ruburt through so much this week, I will not speak loudly. [...]

(Jane began speaking in trance while sitting down; she was smoking; her eyes began to open soon; her pace was rather fast and her voice quite loud, comparatively—the loudest it has been in some time.)

[...] Her delivery had again been forceful, the voice loud, the eyes open often, but the pace had slackened somewhat near the end. [...]

[...] I hadn’t spoken loudly. [...]