“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Rob it seems to me is utterly silent in his studio. [...]

In what past lives
did we live before?
My cells remember
what my brain does not recall.
Your touch
sends images flying up
like leaves rising in a wind
from silent layers
underground.

There are, of course, close relationships concerning this delivery of Seth’s for the 740th session, the material in this note, and the musical analogies Seth presented in the 735th session, when he discoursed upon the inaudible variations inherent in the compositions played by the young classical guitarist who’d visited us over the weekend of February 2. (I’ve been saving this reference for this particular note.) At 9:45, for instance, in that 735th session: “An infinite number of other ‘alternate’ compositions were also latent within the [first] note, however … They were quite as legitimate as the compositions that were played … and … added silent structure and pacing to the physically actualized music.”

[...] This is a silent area. [...]

[...] We opened the session by sitting silently at the board, but Jane began to receive Seth even as the pointer spelled out his greeting. [...]

“While I was the source of the material [in the last sessions], Seth, as you think of him, was at times a silent partner, helping Ruburt make the proper translations, while stepping aside in a personal manner. [...]

(To begin we sat silently at the board, hands on the pointer. [...]

[...] Standing there, silently, I felt Seth near. [...]

[...] Everything inside was strangely silent. [...]

[...] I wondered and watched silently. [...]

In the 24th session for February 10, 1964, Seth explained how a recent vision I’d had, involving a ladderlike series of heads opening and closing their silent mouths, had really been my attempt to cast inner data into a more familiar outer-sense kind of perception. [...]

[...] And I am always hampered both by time and because of mechanical difficulties, and because we must be so still and silent.

[...] She hadn’t brought birdseed along as she usually does to scatter around the house, so down the hill we went to the little store at the intersection, then back up to the silent and shuttered house....