“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Nevertheless I leave you knowing that my energy is not of this time nor of this place (voice quieting); and you also have energy that you are not using, and abilities that you do not fulfill. [...]

[...] There at least Ruburt has been somewhat more flexible, taking advantage of the lovely dawn hours when the world is still, for quiet work.

(To me:) You imagine a quiet home in the country—the dream in that regard in your mind, knowing full well you have no intentions of using “valuable time” to mow grass, fix pipes or tend to furnaces. [...]

[...] She continued to lie quietly on the couch, eyes closed, but in a few minutes told me she’d just been visited by a most strange sensation. [...]

[...] (Pause.) Sit quietly 3 minits, wait.

(Last night, while sitting quietly for a moment after my day’s work, I saw again briefly the scene of the 6th session-Ruburt on the path. [...]

(Quietly amused:) Now, with that simple explanation, when you know your brothers will visit, you instantly leap to the old beliefs of childhood, when your mother wanted you to set an example—which meant be someone in society, in normal middle-class society, now. [...]

[...] There is a great history of masculinity that expressed itself through the development of thought, quiet meditation—and I do not necessarily mean of the mystical kind—of communion of the mind with nature. [...]

[...] As usual Jane sat quietly with her hands raised to her closed eyes. [...]

[...] She sat quietly, holding the envelope pressed to her forehead. [...]

[...] Once again, her Seth voice was quiet, and I had to pay close attention to hear it competing with other hospital sounds. [...]

[...] Jane spoke to Seth in a quiet voice for some little time, but no results were obtained; nothing out of the ordinary was noticed by either of us. [...]

Some people’s deaths are quiet periods. [...]

[...] In these instances she felt too restless and impatient to merely sit quietly while the board spelled [...]

[...] I urged her to sit quietly, smoke a cigarette, and relax. [...]

I suggest then, that we end, and let our friend quiet down. [...]

[...] And ordered instead to be quiet, well-mannered and obedient. [...]

Now, let you all for a moment remain quiet as I divest myself of those characteristics that you find so human and understanding, and remember that inner portions of yourselves also have existences that are as strange. [...]

[...] You have merely to take some time for peace and quiet amid the objective activities of your day. [...]

[...] 3. I was curious to know something about the mechanics behind Jane’s slowed-up movements after she had been quiet for a while. [...]

(Still shouting) I want you to feel the energy that is yourself rise up from the depths of your being and merge with the consciousness that you know; (quietly) and when my voice ceases its words, then I expect a spontaneous encounter with yourself and those portions of yourself that you do not recognize, and with others in the room. [...]

[...] Finally, the sounds quieted. [...]

[...] We walk down a shaded, quiet street and turn in at a large white house with a screened lower porch. [...]

(Seth gestured humorously enough, but then quieted and leaned forward in a mood of emphatic seriousness.)