“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

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

[...] As I wrote, I heard dim music. [...] The music could only be heard where I’d met Miss Cunningham.

[...] I heard very dim jazz music and couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. [...]

[...] He was interested in music and the piano. [...]

Now, although I admit I usually come to you with a voice like a musical thunder, with a voice that seems to weigh a thousand pounds, that seems to plop into the room, yet I can also come lightly as a leaf and be here when you do not know. [...]

([Arnold:] “Is that life the reason why I like African music now?”)

[...] The other reason has to do with other lives in which you were musically inclined. [...]

[...] In some systems for example, it forms highly integrated mathematical and musical patterns that are themselves stimuli for other universal systems. [...]

I want to emphasize here that the Steins, who are teachers of music, have been attracted to a home in Elmira that was owned for many years by a man who, as a merchant, had strong connections with music in general and pianos in particular. [...]

[...] They are primarily teachers of music, however. [...]

Instead of paints, pigments, words, musical notes, the creators begin to experiment with dimensions of actuality, imparting knowledge in as many forms as possible — and I do not mean physical forms. [...]

[...] You may know absolutely nothing about music, for example, and one afternoon while in the middle of some mundane activity be struck by a sudden impulse to buy a violin.

Music, or rather a musical composition also achieves this state. [...]

[...] She might, for example, through a series of seemingly chance encounters, end up in another branch of singing, less formal, where she also deals with her contemporaries, as in a music company.

[...] (Pause at 10:12.) Does it have to do with music? [...]

[...] “Bob — what I’m getting is something like it would be in real fast, quick beautiful sounds that I can’t duplicate — very quick, very musical — connected with the spin of electrons⁹ and cellular composition.

[...] There are certainly deep connections between Jane’s apprehension of her true tone, and Seth’s statement in that session that each of us possesses certain qualities of feeling uniquely our own, “… that are like deep musical chords.” [...]

[...] Right now I’m really blue, my eyes operating poorly; tears warmly close; yet enjoying the dark sky and street as rain threatens… the view of the mountains afforded by the windows; the rock music on the radio; the odd remaining odor of door varnish—deeply loving all of it yet swept through with something like nostalgia. [...]

[...] The music from across the way had stopped sometime during the last delivery, but Jane said the traffic noise continued to bother her. [...]

[...] I am not musically inclined, however. [...]

[...] You may “speak” through art or music, through trance activities, but you will specialize in the use of the inner senses, and in translating the inner knowledge of the species, bringing it to whatever level of ordinary consciousness that is considered the official one.

Another impression, separate from the first, with music—a concert perhaps. [...]

[...] He did mention my hearing music recently. [...]

The other man is interested also in music. [...]

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