“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] With music blaring from all the walls and no one said, “Turn off the music, for the neighbors will be worried.” [...]

[...] There were many throw-away messiahs (with gentle amusement) — men whose circumstances, characteristics, and abilities were almost (musically) the ones needed — who almost (musically) filled the psychic bill, but who were unfitted for other reasons: They were of the wrong race, or their timing was off. [...]

(“A connection with music” can result from the fact that Bill played jazz on a phonograph at his gallery during the exhibition in which I participated last winter; he plays music also at each exhibition he presents.

A connection with music, and somehow a more distant impression of a seesaw. [...]

[...] Love of music at first—the result of long days at sea. [...]

(There follows the account from my notebook describing my adventure in hearing music while almost asleep: “February 27, Sunday night, actually 12:30 AM: As I lay in bed half asleep I heard very clearly music in chords, played by an electric guitar. [...]

(“A little later, while in the same state, I heard the music again to a reduced degree, for a few seconds. [...] I believe the guitar music I heard in bed was very much like one of the guitars in the band. [...]

You did indeed tune in on your dancing establishment, and hear the music. [...]

[...] Love of music at first—the result of long days at sea.

[...] For your friend a particularly desired, I believe, musical engagement within a three-year period. [...]

[...] To them are assigned creative musical abilities, for example, but for a long time these were “underground” activities: They gave birth to acceptable musical productions but were not admitted themselves into the concert halls of the respectable nation.

[...] As soon as she left trance she became aware of music playing in the apartment downstairs; before she hadn’t heard this.

(Jane now said that she felt the larger personality, speaking freely, might present its data in something like musical notes or tones, rather than words. [...]

[...] There have been children, again, with highly accomplished musical abilities, and great facility with music’s technical aspects—all such accomplishments before the assistance of any kind of advanced education.

[...] (Pause.) You at one time combined music and words. You did not write music. [...]

[...] People who are not writers or artists, or poets or musicians, often suddenly find themselves almost transformed for a brief period of time — suddenly struck by a poem or a song or a snatch of music, or by a sketch — that seems to come from nowhere, that seems to emerge outside of the context of usual thought patterns, and that brings with it an understanding, a joy, a compassion, or an artistic bent that seemingly did not exist a moment earlier. Where did the song or poem or music come from? [...]

(From one of the apartments below us came the very faint sounds of classical music. [...]

[...] Surprisingly, she had been bothered by the music from below, muted as it was; she has very acute hearing. [...]

[...] “Now I don’t know what to do — I could go to bed or continue the session for hours. …” She’d spent most of her day writing lyrics for rock music — for reasons not necessary to go into here — and now that activity reminded her of a poem she’d written in May 1963, well over six months before she began speaking for Seth. [...]

(Jane hasn’t written for music before, and found that creative activity very refreshing.

[...] Their qualifications emotionally are also quite advanced, and it is quite possible that they are gifted in terms of mathematics and music, though these gifts may never come to fruition, since they are unsuspected.

I mentioned once that I found sculpture to be a more imprisoning form than say painting, music or a poem, and here I will mention my reasonings. [...]

[...] The statue actually imprisons vitality more than a painting or musical composition or poem, because it is bound to you by so many ties. [...]

[...] With creative people, however, there are always intrusions, hints or clues from ways of thinking that certainly appear foreign, and creative people use those hints and clues to construct an art, a musical composition or whatever. [...]

[...] She’s also been very active in her ESP class this month, with extensive singing in Sumari — which is her own musical trance language¹ — and with long sessions via Seth in each class; the transcripts of some of the latter have run to five or six single-spaced typewritten pages. [...]

The world of art or literature, or music or learning, was closed to him. [...]

[...] Their belief in dreams, love of music and song, even a certain mystical feeling of connection with the land—these elements were allowed the Negroes only because they were not considered fully human. [...]

[...] The professional violinist, while involved with music, is not necessarily expected to be a great vocalist: he may sing raspy notes indeed (with humor), without any aspersions being cast upon his playing of the violin. [...]

[...] Psychic musicians or artists are highly interested in music, using their psychic abilities in that direction. [...]