“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] 6/28, 9:30 PM: Many instances of drumbeats and music, and miscellaneous vague scenes, very quick, of people and portions of trees and countryside, none of it familiar to me. [...]

[...] It was still light out; classical music played on the radio. [...]

Music is a language. [...]

[...] A psychic depression often results, one that is deepened by the Christmas music and the commercial displays, by the religious reminders that the species is made in God’s image, and by the other reminders that the body so given is seemingly incapable of caring for itself and is a natural prey to disease and disaster.

[...] Curious thought — I can also imagine some good-humored game of musical chairs in which I try to get out of my body, while Seth tries to get into it. [...]

[...] As you both suppose, incidentally, the music you played this evening was highly beneficial from several standpoints. [...]

[...] Also heard some popular music. [...]

[...] Your field is contained within its own range of intensities, a tiny band of electrical impulses a million times smaller than one note picked at random from the entire mass of musical composition that has ever been written or ever will be written. [...]

[...] But in one way or another … those words continue to be spoken, whether through these lips, or through the sound of leaves, or through the invisible music of your own cells. [...]

[...] They compose songs and music and paintings in their heads. [...]

You can hear the chair as a musical note in a trance state, for example, or with the use of drugs. [...]

[...] First imagine that during the daily programming there are three soap operas, four news programs, several excellent dramas, a few operas, some popular music, several religious sermons, and some sports programs. [...]

[...] I experienced nothing that I could recall, but Jane received snatches of tinny music, as though it was being played on an old rickety piano.

Begin to play music that you like. [...]

[...] It is almost musical, without inflection, like single notes. [...]

[...] The two are so closely bound, through music for example, which can only be appreciated through the senses. [...]

[...] Sometimes we play rock ‘n’ roll music, for instance, while I read a poem—and this I would consider prayer.

[...] In the same session, Seth discussed Jane’s periodic feeling of sound; in her case, she often hears music internally.

[...] He was extremely religious in his past life and the love of music connected with the church is reflected here. [...]

[...] These soon became intermixed with a series of musical chitterings and chatterings. [...]