“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Pause at 9:35; one of many.) The old Sumerians (spelled) are singing their chants now at the same time that Ruburt is trying to translate them now in your terms. [...]

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

[...] A knowledge that sings above nonexistence. [...]

[...] In one manner of speaking the very air about you sings with its own joyful consciousness. [...]

[...] To feel within the timbres of the voice the ecstasy that sings through your own being. [...]

(Jane was very active in ESP class last night, and especially so while speaking and singing in Sumari. [...]

(To Sue.) You and this friend of yours over here, I am going to take the two of you together in the dream state and take you on some journeys that will make your head spin and your hearts sing, and I want Ruburt to see these written down, too. [...]

[...] There were somewhat vague instances of hearing snatches of popular music; also singing.)

And life sings its truth.

[...] I’m not referring here only to “outside” developments like Jane’s powerful Seth voice, her speaking and singing in Sumari, or her slow and fast sounds as produced for this session, but to inner, audible and inaudible manifestations or translations of sound.

[...] Who wanted to sit around singing hymns to a father-God, even if He did exist, and what sort of intelligent God would require such constant adoration? [...]

[...] Nor the effort and creative energy that has gone into your making, and that sings within your being like the first morning of creation.

[...] The front of the card contains a picture of three cherubs singing. [...]

[...] You sing. [...]

I have told you often that I use the means available to me for teaching purposes, and many of you wondering when I use the voice with force, why I do so, should by now recognize the fact that the energy generated is spent by you in many ways, and that if atoms and molecules could jump up and sing in a great congregation then they would, indeed, make such a noise in such a fashion in their own way and to remind you not to be so sober and not to hold your problems as gates holding back the universe. [...]

So the volcano throws its energy into the formation of still more new species, while the desert spirit sings its calmness through their tissues. [...]

[...] I believe I might have achieved more, but was interrupted by the singing of a mosquito in my ear.

[...] Dave told us he had been good in math until the ninth grade, when he left it for other interests—singing, communications work, acting, etc.

[...] Enjoy it, for it sings. [...]

[...] Initially there would be no outward change of behavior except for a compensatory additional noisiness of faked gaiety and singing. [...]

[...] One very unusual way these showed themselves began on the evening of October 31, when four younger people who had been members of ESP class visited us from New York City.⁸ They’d been scouting the Elmira area for other ex-students, to see if any of them had old class tapes of Jane speaking for Seth and/or singing in Sumari; they had had some success in their searches, but we didn’t play any of the tapes that night.⁹

[...] She’s fascinated to hear herself speak as Seth, and sing in Sumari, but she always wants to move on. [...]