“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(The voices continued. Then I realized that my small transistor radio was at the head of the bed, that the voices were coming out of two speakers on it. I switched it off, relieved to find such a simple solution. But the voices kept on. Now I got out of bed [in the dream], went into Rob’s room and found that another radio sat on the bookcase where the Seth material is kept, and that the voices were coming from this radio also. As I reached out to turn the radio off, I received quite a severe, though harmless shock. As a result I was afraid to touch the radio again, or yank the cord, so I left it and went into my room, the living room. Here the dream becomes unclear. Perhaps there was an electric storm outside, and electricity of some sort in my room. I don’t recall that the voices bothered me now or if I heard them, though I had not turned the back radio off. From this scene I went directly into the second dream. The earlier fear was gone.)

(This is the first dream. I was in bed, and then I realized that I heard voices in my head; was not at all sure that this was a dream. The voices were very loud, independent, each quite different from the others, and I believe, all male voices. I was frightened because I couldn’t turn them off and they seemed to go on as if the people they belonged to had no idea that I could hear so clearly. However, I do not remember what they said. The volume was startling in itself. Finally I shook my head and yelled out. It was as if there was a radio in my head that kept switching from station to station.

(Smile:) The supernatural radio that is your entire psyche contains many such stations, however. [...] Because these stations all operate within the same psyche or supernatural radio, the overall quality of the programs will have much to do with the nature of the psyche itself. Radios are wired and contain transformers and transistors. The overall reception is dependent upon the wiring and the inner workings of the radio — and (intently) those workings exist apart from the stations they are meant to pick up. [...] In this case indeed the psyche itself makes the radio, adding ever-new connections and stations.

[...] (Pause.) For now think of your own psyche, which is a consciousized identity, as a kind of “supernatural radio.” [...]

[...] Pretend that you have a radio with which you can clearly pick up 10 stations. [...]

[...] Then I realized that a transistor radio was blaring from the bedside table. [...] It didn’t occur to me that in reality, we had no such radio in the house. [...] Then I “remembered” that there was another radio in Rob’s studio. [...] There was the radio. [...]

He tries again, discovering another radio on your bookcase, Joseph, where our manuscripts are kept. [...] Here he reaches out to turn the radio off and gets a shock; the shock is his realization that the Material itself would cease were he to shut off his abilities. [...] Were he to shut off his abilities as one can turn off a radio, then you would also be deprived.

Now I was too frightened to touch the radio again or to pull the plug from the socket and disconnect it. (This radio again, had no physical existence.) Instead, I ran through the bedroom and bath, out into the living room.

[...] The young girl made an innocent-enough request about Jane doing a radio-phone interview with a station in Houston, Texas. A few weeks earlier Jane had tentatively okayed with publicity the idea of doing an occasional radio-phone interview, based on the condition that first she obtain one of those desk microphones/telephones so that she didn’t have to hold the phone for an hour or more. [...]

[...] The radio shows were the least bothersome. [...] What he enjoyed, however, was the radio’s fairly secret quality—the fact that he was hidden, and yet his voice went out into the world. [...]

[...] Ruburt felt for years that he should (underlined) become a more public person, do workshops, television shows, radio tours or whatever—that he should (underlined) nearly perform miracles in the psychic arena, that he should have a large class, that he should hold as many sessions for others as possible. [...]

He would not accept the responsibility that he felt such ability would put upon him, and so he looked for an outside source of the voices, and dreamed the sequence in which the voices came from a radio, and not his head. In the dream he switches the radio off, hoping to still the voices. [...]

But he tries again, and in the dream he discovers another radio on your bookcase, Joseph , where our material is kept. [...] Here he reaches out to turn the radio off, and is stopped by a severe and sudden shock. [...]

The connection with yourself is also obvious, since this happens in your room in the dream, for were he to shut off his abilities, you see, as one can turn off a radio, then you would be deprived as well as himself.

[...] At the same time he had the radio playing softly. [...]

As it progressed, the radio announcements continued also, and Ruburt learned that another very severe accident had occurred. [...]

[...] (He often has the radio on when he is working with alternate states of consciousness, by the way, using it as a point of reference.)

[...] In this case Ruburt and Joseph acted in direct contradiction to authoritative radio statements, and held their own despite the fact that others in the immediate environment rushed off to the medical centers. [...] Only an hour later the radio announcements completely changed; people were told that they did not need shots, and that indeed the inoculations could cause severe reactions.

[...] Since the Bay of Pigs, they had kept a small pantry of stocked food, pure water in old wine jugs, candles, and a transistor radio. [...]

For a short period of time after the water receded, there were excited radio recommendations: Clinics were set up and the populace was told that tetanus injections were imperative.

[...] He alerted himself through the use of the hallucinatory radio, that made him question why the lights were off. [...]

[...] He wanted to “awaken” and record the experience, so he had the radio blare until [it] waked him. [...]

[...] Right now I’m really blue, my eyes operating poorly; tears warmly close; yet enjoying the dark sky and street as rain threatens… the view of the mountains afforded by the windows; the rock music on the radio; the odd remaining odor of door varnish—deeply loving all of it yet swept through with something like nostalgia. The phone rings and at first I can’t tell if the ring is really here or from the radio, and when I answer the phone the voice is distant; it asks for Rob. [...] Rob turned off the radio so he could hear on the phone…. [...]

[...] I have a symphony on the radio; am typing James—which is so good—and feel peaceful. [...]

(As I began to put myself in a light trance state, suddenly from the living room came a static noise such as our radio often makes. [...] I knew very well that I’d turned the radio off, but I was tempted to get up and check, and under ordinary circumstances would have done so. [...] That time I had also turned the radio off, but then I kept on hearing music from it, in varying volume. [...] Later I checked the radio and it was indeed turned off. Today after I got up I checked the radio and it was turned off also.

[...] At 9:55 I turned the radio off in the front room where I was working, and leaving the doors open between the front room and the bedroom, I lay down.

[...] When you turn on a radio to a particular station and find that it is distorted by static, you realize that the distortion is in the reception. [...]

You are right not to take on more shows (television and radio)for now.

[...] A mourning dove makes its lonely lovely sound; Frank comes in to make a phone call—ordering concrete for later today; Rob is typing in another room, the FM radio station is playing a symphony; outside my side window the green leaves shimmer in the air; and again, everything seems synchronized in its own fashion; everything separate yet together. [...]

[...] Its gone from 36 to 34 degrees according to the radio in the two hours I’ve been up—I’d think it was too warm to snow.

[...] After the glaring distortions of last session Jane had decided that she must relax, witnesses or no, so as the time for the session approached the radio still played, and we played with Willy, our cat, and exchanged banter with John.

[...] You would find for example the operation of a ham radio station advantageous. [...]

[...] Jokingly she asked John when he was going to become a ham radio operator. [...]

(Quasars — quasi-stellar radio sources — are extraordinarily powerful sources of light and radio waves. [...]

[...] One of them has potential — about a group of young actresses in New York City who want to read Seth on a series of radio shows. [...]

[...] It even exists as radio waves, and to creatures who cannot perceive matter but can perceive radio waves, your physical body appears quite differently than it does to you. [...]

In the existence of what you call the radio stars you have energy that is being manipulated more directly than you can imagine—energy knowing itself, highly individualized. [...]

You understand that the radio stars are merely the projection of something else. [...]