“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] If you are as lively as I am at my age, then you can indeed sing hosannas... [...]

[...] In the morning it would be good for him to say this aloud, or even sing it in an exuberant manner.

[...] Next time I shall be a willowy, spiritual, young woman, treading very softly and I shall sing “Ave Maria” as the glorious sun sinks in the west...and I shall tippy-toe to your window. [...]

Know that within your physical atoms now the origins of all consciousness still sings and that all the human characteristics by which you know yourselves, still exist within the eye of all our consciousness, never diminished, but always present. [...]

[...] Let that vitality that is your own rise up within you and sing and shout even as I do. [...]

sing the same lifesong.

Now in bidding you all good evening, again I encourage you to find within yourself the source of your own energy and consciousness and strength and to let it sing within you as a vitality of your being. And do not cower and do not cry, but sing in pure joy that your consciousness knows itself and that even in your ignorance you create and give joy to others. [...]

[...] I would sing a lullaby — this is not for the book — for our small friend here (Sean Watkins, who was nursing again). [...]

[...] Her recitation as Seth Two had speeded up somewhat after a slow beginning, and had acquired almost a sing-song rhythm. [...]

[...] Forget the cringing selves that you sometimes are and remember, instead, the magic essence of your own being that sings even now through your fingertips. [...]

[...] We also had trouble with it today because, it being her birthday, several extra interruptions took place as various staff members came in to sing to us, and so forth. [...]

The physical sound that I make, the energy that you sense now is, indeed, a part of the energy that sings within the vitality of any atom and molecule. [...]

[...] She might, for example, through a series of seemingly chance encounters, end up in another branch of singing, less formal, where she also deals with her contemporaries, as in a music company.

People like Ruburt translated inner knowledge in many ways — through acting it out, through singing or dancing, through drawing images on cave walls. [...]

It “sings” with the quality of its own life. [...]

(This state is one of thrilling or tingling, or of a singing sensation, that can either suffuse the whole body, or perhaps locate itself in one side of the body or in one limb. [...]

[...] There was no exterior cosmic Pied Piper, singing magical notes or playing a magical tune, urging the universe into being. [...]

[...] Some nights the (singing) bugs in the small back woods were louder than the sound of our television set. [...]

And singing are eternal.

[...] The whole question is also relevant in cases involving automatic writing, painting, singing, musical composition, etc.

[...] The professional violinist, while involved with music, is not necessarily expected to be a great vocalist: he may sing raspy notes indeed (with humor), without any aspersions being cast upon his playing of the violin. [...]