“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Her eyes had remained closed; her voice had been loud enough to rise above the traffic noise. The noise had bothered me, but Jane said that as she was speaking she was aware of no distractions.

[...] Because our windows were open traffic noise was rather bothersome to me. [...]

(Up until now, although the session was being held in our front room, none of us had given a thought to traffic noise. It is interesting to note that when Jane resumed with the Dr. Instream material, we immediately became conscious of the traffic noise. [...]

[...] It was now that I was quite conscious of traffic noise. [...]

[...] And you would throw them away for you would think the air cannot speak and space makes no noise, and in the silence there is no voice and no meaning and so voice and sound and language are given you. But let you remember that the language and the sound and the noise are packages that have been parceled for you, but for you personally, tailored for you exactly according to your own purposes and needs. [...]

[...] [Referring to noise of the tape recorder.])

[...] Traffic noise was more audible than usual but Jane appeared unaffected. She spoke while sitting down and with her eyes closed, in a voice strong enough to penetrate the background noise, and at a good rate with very few pauses. [...]

[...] During this delivery a very heavy rain began to fall; it was noisy, but her voice surmounted the additional noise without trouble. [...]

[...] The noises in the house continued. [...]

[...] Jane’s trance had been deeper this time; she hadn’t been bothered by any kind of noise. [...]

[...] If you persisted upon focusing on noise rather than quiet however, you would find no quiet regardless of the circumstances. [...] Yet even in the midst of that noise you could find quiet if that was your reality. [...]

[...] Had your attitude been different the stimuli would have been so minimized that noise never would have bothered you. [...]

[...] It soon became apparent that the unaccustomed traffic noise was having its effect, also. [...] The volume increased a little, but the lower key and a peculiar heavy monotone her voice acquired cut across the noise. [...]

[...] This admits traffic noise also, and as we prepared for the session we were quite conscious of the difference compared to the quiet back room.

I can drown out any noise, if necessary. [...]

[...] Because of the noise distractions in the house I kept Ruburt in trance longer — it is easier that way.

2. Seth tells us in Chapter Nineteen of Seth Speaks: “Molecular structures send out their own messages, and unless you are tuned in to perceive them, they may be interpreted as meaningless noise.”

[...] Jane said that noise in the house had interfered with her trance state toward the end of her delivery, then added that she wasn’t at her best tonight anyhow. As far as I could tell, though, neither the noise nor her feelings had had any influence on the material. [...]

[...] She thought the trance had been deeper than usual to cover many distractions: the weather and new rain, traffic noise, a party going on downstairs, etc.

[...] However when she resumed at 9:15 Jane’s voice, as Seth, easily took on enough volume to override the noise.)

[...] Now, turning toward him, I remembered the noise that had awakened me. [...] Had there ever been a noise?

[...] Just then a loud noise awakened me. [...]

What we did tonight is just a starter and (words missed due to noise) bugging you to do this, but try and do this in your dreams. [...]

[...] Traffic noise even at this hour was audible; when I told Seth he was in danger of being drowned out by the traffic noise, the voice immediately rose in strong volume, humorously, for a few sentences: “I will never be drowned out by traffic...” [...]

[...] The cooler didn’t make so much noise that Seth had any trouble speaking above it.

[...] She said traffic noise had bothered her at the session’s start, until Seth had me turn on the cooler. [...]

[...] I am not speaking here of body noises, though you are usually oblivious to these also.

[...] It is fashionable now to think about noise pollution, yet the same kind of circumstances occur with inner sound, particularly when your inner thoughts are self-contradictory, scrambled and random.

[...] She left the room door open when she left, so that hall noises intruded.

[...] Traffic noise was a bother at times — and that effect reminded me of how often such racket had been a problem when we held sessions at 458 W. Water Street.)

(As I massaged Jane’s left leg, she made so much noise — moaning — that Georgia came in. [...]

[...] Again traffic noise was quite audible, yet it did not bother any of us unduly, as it had during the last session. [...]

(Traffic noise had been increasing past the front of our house. [...]

[...] She did not remember being bothered by traffic noise. [...]