“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Note: Jane sang this poem as she read it on March 13 — quite good. Said she’d originally thought of it as a song, but hadn’t mentioned that to me before.)

[...] Laughing I sang out as a joke some religious line from a hymn.... [...]

[...] When she read it to me I knew at once that it would go here, for a few words she certainly sang of the basic theme of these essays—of the sublime, immortal consciounesses of the earth and All That Is, of that loving redemption that consciousness always makes possible somehow, somewhere, in the eternal private world of each of us, and that each of us always seeks:

[...] I sang and I danced.” In here she sang some Sumari songs. [...]

[...] At midnight she sang a short song to me in Sumari. [...] As always, I thought she seemed transported as she sang so beautifully, sitting in her rocker with her head tipped back and her eyes closed. [...]

My heart and giblets sang out,

[...] (Seth sang) I could not do it and they would titter and laugh behind my back. [...]

[...] For perhaps five minutes she sang to the class in Sumari,² the trance language she initiated a few years ago. [...]

[...] She said she had a whole bunch of old songs she sang to herself — not Sumari,^* but the old standbys. [...]

[...] We also think that her EEG readings would vary once again when she spoke or sang in Sumari, her trance “language.”

Man painted, thought, dreamed, sang, and so forth from the beginning. [...]

[...] When he felt joyful yesterday, the sense of release was translated, as it should be, into physical expression – he sang, for example. [...]

[...] Therefore you took on a helper, who played for you while you sang.

[...] She also sang in Sumari, her trance language, after finishing with the session. [...]

[...] They spoke their messages, sang their songs, chanted their visions aloud. [...]

[...] Each god or goddess had a poet who went in company, and the poets sang that they gave reason voice. They sang gibberish, yet as I listened the gibberish turned into a philosophical dialogue. [...]

[...] He sang for money or whatever was given him.

The voice referred to a singer who sang on the bandstand while you danced.

[...] Jane also sang in her trance language, Sumari.

That evocative, prophetic line is from a Sumari song that Jane sang to herself a few days before she went into an Elmira, New York, hospital on February 26, 1982. [...]