“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The room was filled with noise, all manner of exclamations, shouts, comments, etc. [...]

[...] Someone had made considerable noise while cleaning the halls of the apartment house, also — “… all while Seth wanted me to get that material just right,” Jane said a bit ruefully. [...]

[...] There had been much traffic noise.)

(My hay fever bothered me enough so that I made some noise using a tissue. [...]

[...] The sudden noise was a shock, so deep was our mutual concentration. [...]

[...] The workmen swarming around all day, and the noise involved, are both exciting and distracting. [...]

[...] Things sounded loud and clear; the quality of the traffic noise reminded her of the strength of color sensations.

[...] (Noise upstairs.) For some time your own feeling-tone however was still not over the boundary in your terms to the positive side. [...]

I have told you often that I use the means available to me for teaching purposes, and many of you wondering when I use the voice with force, why I do so, should by now recognize the fact that the energy generated is spent by you in many ways, and that if atoms and molecules could jump up and sing in a great congregation then they would, indeed, make such a noise in such a fashion in their own way and to remind you not to be so sober and not to hold your problems as gates holding back the universe. [...]

[...] “He kept me under a good long time because of the noise [in the apartment] upstairs — and because of those phone calls, too, I’ll bet….” [...]

[...] It was a warm night for the end of October, and we had the windows open, the traffic noise from the busy intersection just one house removed was bothering me more than anything else.)

(An aside: Jane said that toward the end of her delivery she’d been bothered by traffic noise. [...]

[...] Traffic noise was not a problem, the windows being closed because of the cool night. [...]

[...] I jokingly answered that if Seth had done something about the traffic noise rolling up the mountainside, I would have gone through with the purchase. [...]

[...] I’d wondered if those noises might bother Jane in trance—and they had. [...]

[...] Our kitchen window had been open during the evening and traffic noise was audible, as usual. [...]

These issues are all important, since he could not run in space, and did not, when the pattern of withdrawal began, express his resentment; he still turns off the radio when you come into the room, for fear the noise, which to him will be interpreted by you as aggressive noisy feelings, will annoy you.

[...] Although I was alone, there was much noise in the house, for my brother and his family were also there and his children were quite noisy.)

[...] Thus Jane began speaking in a voice quite a bit stronger than usual, evidently to counter the constant street noise. [...]

[...] Traffic noise from the open windows hadn’t bothered her. [...]

[...] The noise of the flapping end was startling. [...]