“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane’s voice was halting, almost high-pitched, with a sort of unusual sing-song delivery. [...]

[...] You have only to look within yourself for the source of exaltation, creativity and song. [...]

Stratums that fly through the night, in your terms now, have known consciousness and song. [...]

[...] I see it as harking back to the poet’s original role; to explore the reaches of his or her private psyche, pushing against usual psychological boundaries until they give, opening up a new mystical territory — the psyche of the people, of the species itself — perceiving a spectacular vision of inner reality that the poet then communicates to the people, translating that vision through words, rhythm, or songs.

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

[...] What Ruburt said earlier concerning the songs of the Sumari is indeed true. [...]

The song, “Little Brown Jug, you and me…” (She liked this.) 1936 (bad accident and lost child), and it seems to be connected with an appendix operation. [...]

[...] I have the impression of a great big round object… I don’t know what it is, and a favorite song of hers, I think having to do with violets. [...]

[...] They were held in veneration, and they cast their knowledge into songs and stories that were memorized throughout the years.

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

[...] Jane began to hum a song we both knew but couldn’t place — perhaps an aria from an Italian or Spanish opera. [...]

(Yesterday Jane began writing a rather long poem, in Sumari, that she calls The Song of the Silver Brothers. [...]

[...] Other times I would suddenly begin crying as I ate breakfast, or heard a familiar song on television, or sat at my typewriter working on Dreams. [...]

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

(At 9:15: “I hear the tune of One is the Loneliest Number, a currently popular song.

[...] For within joy and within All That Is there is only glory that is only consciousness and song. [...]

[...] Each of us is dependent upon the spirit of life—without which there is no life—without which there is no vitality—and no song and no mind to question. [...]

[...] You are tuned in to an earth song, following this analogy, but you are only following your own melody, and usually you are unaware of the greater orchestration in which you also take part.

[...] She left Jane a couple of tapes of songs [by others] and a piece of healing quartz. [...]

(This was Jane’s inspiration to write a series of songs for me in Sumari. [...]

When you create a poem or a song or a painting you are in a state of play, of enjoyment, of freedom. [...] They compose songs and music and paintings in their heads. [...]

[...] All of the counterparts alive as contemporaries then form, together, a musical composition in what you think of as a present; and once that multidimensional song is struck then its past ripples out behind it, so to speak, and its future sings “ahead.” But the song is being created from its beginning and its end simultaneously. [...]

[...] But this computer is so highly endowed with creativity that each of the various personalities it programs spring into consciousness and song, and in turn create realities that may have been undreamed of by the computer itself.