“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Noises, then rest. [...]

[...] Jane was making noises of pain and discomfort, though after a while she stopped this while she ate. [...]

[...] After the session she did go into some motions, mostly involving the upper portions of her body—the head and shoulders off the pillow and mattress, side to side at times, once in a while rather strong, with noises and increasingly heavy breathing. [...]

[...] At times you fill the atmosphere, as you think of it, with questions and with noise and you demand answers. [...]

[...] Now Jane launched into a series of more general motions, with many noises, groanings and gruntings. [...]

(She did some side-to-side motions with her head and shoulders, with noises and grunts and groans. [...]

(This morning [and last night when I got home] the furnace was making so much noise that I called our plumber to come check it out. [...]

Then you do not resent the afternoon rackets, but accept neighborhood noises as the world’s activity, and it becomes—though you will not believe me—a refreshing and needed counterpoint. [...]

[...] God, what noises....” [...]

[...] It was another unusually warm night; we had a window open, and were aware of traffic noise. [...]

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

[...] The dream state appears chaotic, shadowy, suspicious, or even meaningless, precisely because in life you are so brilliantly focused in daily reality that dreams appear to be staticky objective background noise, left over from when you sleep. [...]

[...] She or Seth, hadn’t been bothered by an eruption of noise from the apartment over us; several people entered there after the session started; there was much walking about, banging of furniture, etc, that I found quite irritating. [...]

[...] All this time I enjoyed the feeling of floating above my body, but even more, of using my physical body to make noise with. [...]

[...] In the meantime, you became delighted and decided upon using the noise as propellant, but Ruburt’s usual reaction to the snoring took place.

[...] This was accompanied by a buzzing noise and other loud sounds that I now accept as characteristic of certain kinds of projection. [...]

[...] Up until now none of us had noticed the traffic noise past the front of the house; but now that a test was to come I became conscious of it. [...]

[...] She was aware of the traffic noise.

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

[...] I could have asked more questions, but the rain and hail made so much noise I could hardly hear Jane.

[...] Surprisingly enough, her voice hadn’t increased in volume to rise above the noise of the storm. [...]

(Carol left the door to 330 open partially when she left, so that hall noises entered to a greater degree. [...]

[...] Fearing you see the noise, the undisciplined—to him—release.

[...] The windows were of necessity open and traffic noise was quite audible, but we heard Jane without difficulty. [...] Almost immediately her voice acquired a somewhat hard edge that cut through the traffic noise, and she maintained this through most of the session. [...]