“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The noise upstairs really began to bother me, so Seth put me under even deeper.”

[...] I thought she was sensitive to noise tonight because she didn’t want to be interrupted while getting this particular material. [...]

[...] I too had been aware of the traffic noise, although I had pulled our kitchen window closed, I thought, before the session. [...]

[...] The traffic noise had not bothered her any more. [...]

[...] The traffic noise hadn’t bothered her.

[...] The geography of our kitchen in apartment four is such that noise can evidently seep through a closet wall in the bedroom and so is quite easily heard. Jane made noise handling the dishes, I heard the water run, etc. [...]

[...] I didn’t move at all, though, because of the noise from the kitchen. [...]

[...] “I was inhibited by all kinds of things — noises, mostly. [...] Was there more noise than usual?”

[...] She repeatedly exclaimed over this noise until, investigating, we located its source high up in a far corner: a small insect moving among the leaves of our philodendron vines. [...]

[...] Pace slower.) I am trying to give you some information concerning the back symptom, and will have to deepen Ruburt’s trance, because of what you might call the underground noises. [...]

[...] The extra noise seemed to be merely another problem to be surmounted so the session could continue. [...]

[...] The windows were wide open so that traffic noise hit us. [...]

[...] The window had just been closed: I’d been bothered by traffic noise as I tried to read to her. [...]

When you are bothered by noise and tumult, by traffic and the sound of neighbors’ voices, by lawn mowers and other irritating sounds, try this: do not fight them. [...]

[...] Undirected vitality and undisciplined vitality has frightened you, and noise to you represents the tumultuous undisciplined emotions that you feared.

(The windows were wide open in 330 when she had the session, and at times the traffic noise was quite bothersome. [...]

[...] Heads and shoulders, side to side and around and around, noises and louder breathing, the left foot also. [...]

(At 4:05 Jane’s whole left leg from the toes on up began to flex noticeably, as she continued to make her noises of pain-discomfort-effort. [...]

[...] While I wrote some letters she started some head and shoulder motions off the bed, making noises and other cries. [...]

[...] Jane paused in trance for some moments, her eyes closed as if to repel the noise.)

[...] The persistent racket, penetrating the wind noise, meant just what we thought it would: an end to the evening’s session. [...]

[...] Hard breathing, noises. [...]

(Jane’s Seth voice today was quiet, and I had to listen in competition with noises outside and in the halls.)

[...] She made a few noises; her breathing picked up. [...]

[...] Once again, when Jane had the session I became aware of traffic noise from Market Street.)

(A noise catches my attention. [...]

[...] Now, her already acute hearing began to magnify sounds — the rustle of cellophane as she opened a pack of cigarettes, the quality of my voice as I talked to our cat, Willy, the noise of my handling the newspaper. [...]

[...] Jane explained that the motion of my hand as I wrote was related to the sounds of automobiles passing the house; the rhythmic noises of her rocker were sensually connected to the feel of her slacks beneath her hand; when she ran a finger down a fold in them “amplified long sound” was produced. [...]

[...] Her left foot rotated freely at the ankle again as she made noises. [...]