“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The mouth can be cleared. [...]

[...] After I said that this one [Mary Ellen] told me something that she has been thinking all week and all I did was mouth her words for her again.”)

[...] They forced his mouth open and stuffed it with burning coals, as a starter. [...]

[...] Lest this suggest images of graspy potbellied souls, gluttonously grabbing the stuff of the universe for themselves out of the mouths of the less ambitious, let me hasten to inform you that such is not the case.

[...] Although everyone about me was talking quite loudly, I had the weird sensation of voices within me, of mouths open or crying in soundless rhythm. [...]

[...] Her features had a different cast also, especially around the mouth; the lips were compressed and stiff, the chin knotted, the brow furrowed. [...]

My friend here, Ruburt, is my mouth, and speaks for me. [...]

[...] If your hand is working as quickly as Ruburt’s mouth then you must be exhausted. [...]

[...] However I try to speak to you, Joseph, and answer the questions you would ask if you had the time to open your mouth.

(Jane said her voice sounded to her as though it issued from a point perhaps a foot in front of her mouth. [...]

[...] I have had several vivid ones lately, including a fall tree in full color, and the head of a child with an open mouth.

[...] (Pause.) This does not mean however that I use Ruburt as a puppet, and stuff his mouth with tapes as a recorder, and that you are always listening to replays, or that emotionally I am not here during such sessions. [...]

[...] From one inharmonious high-pitched yell for example, if you listen, you as an artist can sense the self that was forced to make that sound, perhaps emerge with a prize, an excellent portrait, or simply an unique and individual mouth. [...]

[...] Later one of the students, Carol, told me that although she knew the words were coming from my mouth, still she felt that they were coming from all over, from the walls themselves.

[...] With Sue’s book there have been other opportunities—people who wanted the story from the horse’s mouth, so to speak, and the talk from Prentice of a new campaign publicizing Ruburt’s work. [...]

[...] As she spoke to us, her jaw became more square in outline against her long black hair; her nose enlarged, her mouth acquired heavier and wider lips as they moved with her speech, and her neck thickened. [...]

[...] If we were not, he wouldn’t let me open my mouth.

Instantly the words tumbled through my head and out my mouth. [...]

[...] Jane said this reminded her of a fish; she had the hilarious image of Margaret’s gulping mouth sending her calls out in physical ripples through the air, to envelop Susy and draw her home.

[...] You have been so faithful, and indeed so studious in our discussion of matter, on matters that matter, that I will let you off, if Ruburt and you would like to accompany your down-in-the-mouth Philip on his trip from bar to bar.

[...] All were very brief, and over before I realized I had received them: April 30: Young woman with wide open mouth; full-face closeup. [...]

(She became really absorbed in the texture of the bread, the feel of it in her mouth. [...]

[...] It presupposes a mouth and a tongue, the kind of physical organization necessary; a mind; a certain kind of world in which sounds have meaning; and a very precise, quite practical knowledge of the nature of sounds, the combination of their patterns, the use of repetition, and a knowledge of the nervous system. [...]