“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(11:28.) I want to get our friend (Jane) into motion, with this running, even if you have to chase him through the house. Or take twenty minutes when you can, with those rackets (badminton), so that running is combined with the idea of fun.

[...] I told you before that some physical gamelike period should be adopted, and suggest your rackets and birds —but activity that is considered fun.

[...] I expected all the racket to break Jane’s trance, but it didn’t; she paused for a few moments and then continued.)

(The rain, thunder and lightning continued unabated, the noise racketing back and forth over the city. [...]

[...] 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.)

[...] Dimly in the racket, as I watched the heavy rain, I heard Jane cry 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. [...]

[...] He watched and waited to see if you would bring in his rackets when I suggested it—to him a symbol that you would tolerate frivolity in terms of such a game.

[...] I thought the racket might disturb Jane going into trance, but such wasn’t the case.)

[...] The racket was so loud and prolonged that I was surprised when Jane went back into trance. [...]

[...] For example, I would like one of your badminton rackets, and a birdie, around in sight, for its suggestive value. [...]

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

[...] David never complained about the racket, though sometimes he secluded himself in a back room down there, or left the house until class was over. [...]

[...] Once out of trance, Jane said she had been bothered by the racket over our heads, but that she “held on to the trance” until break. [...]

[...] Our cat had become caught behind a venetian blind, and was making a racket trying to get free. [...]

[...] The racket was disconcerting and I had to ask her to repeat some of the data.)

I’m also still embarrassed to contemplate the merciless racket Jane, Seth, and their students made after class began in 1966. [...]

[...] Did Doctor Sam ever hear Seth’s booming voice in the summertime, when windows were open, or the uproarious racket made by the members of Jane’s ESP class on Tuesday nights? [...]

[...] I was embarrassed: the dogs’ racket must have bothered everyone in the house. [...]