“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The session was held in our quiet back room. [...]

(Jane’s pace was again slow, her eyes closed and her voice quiet, when she resumed at 9:36.)

[...] She sat with her hands to her eyes and her voice was quiet. [...]

(Jane took the double envelope, her eyes still closed, and sat quietly holding it in both hands. [...]

(The session was held in our back room, and was a quiet one. [...]

[...] Her voice was quiet and remained so. [...]

[...] She took it without opening her eyes, then sat quietly, holding it in both hands. [...]

[...] Her eyes remained closed, her voice quiet. [...]

(Jane began speaking in trance while sitting on the divan, using a quiet voice, a direct manner, with her eyes open often.)

[...] (Voice quiet but firm and emphatic). [...]

(Again a very quiet, positive, emphatic delivery for the nest few paragraphs. [...]

(The same quiet, intent delivery all through here.)

[...] Jane lay so quietly that I thought she’d fallen asleep—but no, she said, she was just moving inside very quietly. [...]

[...] Those improvements were in the process of taking place in the period immediately before they showed themselves, when the legs seemed comparatively quiet. [...]

(I remembered that for several days Jane’s legs had remained very quiet while she did practically all of her exercises with her head, shoulders, and torso.)

[...] Seth had been speaking with considerable quiet emphasis. [...]

[...] Her voice was quiet to begin, her pace quite slow.)

[...] Her voice was now quiet, and she used many brief pauses. [...]

[...] Her eyes had remained closed, her voice quiet. [...]

[...] Her voice had been quiet, her pace slow.

[...] Her eyes were closed, her voice quiet. [...]

[...] Her eyes had remained closed, her voice quiet. [...]

(Still sitting upright on the bed, Jane resumed with her eyes closed, in a quiet voice and with pauses, at 9:47.)

[...] Her eyes remained closed until the end of the session, her voice quiet. [...]

[...] Her voice was rather quiet, although easily heard above the traffic noise. [...]

[...] But she resumed with her eyes closed, in the same quiet dry voice, at 9:27.)

[...] This however was not the intent stare of the last session, but a more conversational and quiet one.)

[...] Her voice remained quiet. [...]

(The session was held in our quiet back room. [...] Her voice was quiet, picking up a little volume as the session progressed. [...]

[...] I am indeed pleased that this was a quiet session, and I prefer that sessions this week be fairly brief. [...]

[...] Her breathing quieted as I talked to her. [...] Jane sat quietly through a long pause, then muttered: “Cracked glass ... [...] [Pause.] “It’s very quiet ... [...] Each time I thought she might be coming out of it while quiet, Jane would then go back into the experience.

[...] “Easy, hon,” I said, hoping the sound would quiet her.

[...] “So quiet ... [...]

[...] Her eyes remained closed, her voice quiet. [...]

[...] She sat quietly with her eyes closed. [...]

[...] Her eyes had remained closed, her voice quiet, her pace rather slow.

(Jane resumed in a quiet voice, with her eyes closed, at 10:30.)

[...] She began dictating in a quiet voice; she had been coughing a lot, but as soon as the session began the coughing stopped, except for a very few isolated single coughs she gave at widely separated intervals. [...]

(We ate quietly and slowly, then walked back up to the garage. [...]

(Jane resumed in the same quiet voice, without coughing, at 9:40.)

(Jane’s voice had quieted again, but still she spoke with much animation and at a faster rate.)

[...] I was working on the index to these sessions at the time, and the place was quiet.

[...] In quiet moments of your existence… (faster here) you will know your part in creation… uniqueness, and your own individuality (now slower), for through your own individuality what you call God expresses himself and is known.

[...] I was working on the index to these sessions at the time, and the place was quiet. [...]

[...] In quiet moments of your existence... [...]

[...] She didn’t say a great deal, except that she’d try to get herself in a quiet mood in order to have the session, and hope Seth could help. I was personally quietly disgusted by the whole affair, and told her I’d cheerfully dispense with whatever was causing the upset, lest it turn into a chronic physical inconvenience. [...]

[...] Her voice was quiet. [...]

[...] Her eyes had remained closed, her voice quiet. [...]

(When she began speaking again, Jane’s pace was slow, her voice quiet. [...]

[...] And please be very quiet.

[...] Her voice was quiet. [...]

[...] Jane sat quietly, her eyes closed. [...]

[...] Her eyes had remained closed, her voice quiet. [...]

(Jane resumed in a quiet voice, and with her eyes again closed, at 10:42.)

It was difficult for me to remain so quiet all evening long, but since I could not send you a postcard of thanks, I thought I would thank you personally. [...] Before this brings to your mind hilarious images of tipsy spirits, if you will excuse the pun, I will leave you to the rest and quiet in which I found you, perhaps. [...]

[...] I hope peacefully for this evening—I go reluctantly, but I do not leave quietly. [...]

[...] Her voice was quiet. [...]

[...] Jane sat quietly waiting, her eyes closed.)

[...] Her voice remained quiet. [...]

[...] Her eyes had remained closed, her voice quiet. [...]

[...] Her voice was quiet and clear. [...]

[...] She resumed at a much slower rate, still in the same quiet voice, at 9:32.)

[...] I signaled her to sit quietly, rather than to further the shock by getting up to answer the door. [...]

[...] She began speaking for Seth in a very quiet voice. [...]

(Jane’s voice was still relatively quiet as she spoke for Seth, but her delivery was faster and much more intense now, and she used many gestures.)

[...] Her voice had remained quiet for the most part, but had become very intent. [...]

[...] The upstairs apartment was quiet now.