“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] This may not sound like a very grand product, and yet families on the farms outside of Rome found these highly useful. Each had a special sound, and a family could tell by the sound of the bell their own donkey from innumerable similar ones.

[...] Much later in your terms I would end up as a minor pope in the third century, meeting again some of those I had known — and, if you will forgive a humorous note, once more familiar with the sound of bells.

[...] That is, you may hear sounds and consciously ignore them.

Now this certainly sounds not only unbelievable from your point of view, but probably undesirable, and if so I appreciate and understand your reactions. [...]

[...] This may sound difficult but I hope that it will be plain when I am done.

[...] She also told me she had been visited by a most strange sensation; and from her description of it I felt sure it must be an exploration of the inner senses, similar to the one I experience occasionally, which Seth has called the feeling of sound. [...]

[...] Yet the sounds upon which those words ride are far more sophisticated than the language of which you are all so proud. For they are indeed the sounds of insects through the centuries, of stars swirling through the universe, of the blood pounding through your veins.

[...] Hear, again, because several of you liked those sounds so well, the insects creeping across the forests of Europe and Africa. [...]

(The second voice which came through about twenty minutes later, was louder and sounded “older.”

(She continued to make crying sounds, her face contorted. [...]

However scandalous or unrealistic this proposition sounds, the fact is that people do not “will” a specific outcome of events while their imaginations vividly portray the opposing outcome.

[...] This sounds quite simplistic, and yet it is quite practically true, but you have people professing to desire wealth while obviously doing everything possible to insure the continuance of poverty. [...]

And if my voice does not sound joyful when I speak of joy, it is simply a matter of mechanics. [...]

[...] I admit that I sound old and ponderous—and yet, I would go tip-toeing through the tulips—and not feel a loss of dignity—nor worry about who saw me. [...]

[...] Her eyes flickered at the sound of my voice, but she continued speaking. [...]

Now these descriptions of after-death events may sound very complicated, particularly if you have been used to a simple tale of heaven or eternal rest. [...]

[...] The loud, brittle sound was clearly audible through the closed door. [...] Our first impulse was not to acknowledge the sound, but since it was unusual we did so. [...]

[...] Where in the last session everything had bothered her, even the sound of my writing, tonight nothing bothered her, not even the interruption. [...]

I regret that due to our method of communication that my voice does not sound as genial. [...]

(After that, the sensation returned to a lesser degree at each sound I heard, such as the call of a robin, a passing car, a sound elsewhere in the house, etc.; it was almost as though I could predict when I would experience the sensation, almost as though it was close to becoming routine.

[...] Then I was swept from head to foot by my familiar thrilling sensation, which Seth has called the feeling of sound. [...]

[...] Along with the thrilling feeling, the feeling of sound, I am almost coming to take these two sensations for granted.)

All this may sound highly theoretical and not practical. [...]

(While this sensation was developing, I heard many scattered indefinite sounds, music and voices, and had some exceedingly brief flashes of people in various postures, all too vague to identify.

[...] 7/15, 8:15 PM: A few results; vague sounds of music and voices.

[...] Now this may sound redundant, but he has been listening to me rather well of late, and I know that there is significance even behind the obvious words I speak.

The hints on spontaneity that have been given this evening, again, may sound simple, but they are highly significant, and Ruburt will know when, subjectively, he is being spontaneous. [...]

(As the sound of the siren began to fade, my old familiar sensation that Seth has called the feeling of sound, swept over me quite strongly from head to toe—the rich tingling, the deep thrilling internally; I felt as though I might be lifted up; this feeling is very pleasant and sensuous now that I am no longer alarmed by it.

(I now wonder what triggered the episode—empathy with Jane’s material, or did I respond to the piercing sound of the siren, or was it a combination? [...]

[...] There was no sound, the color was subdued. [...]

[...] I am aware that this sounds startling. [...]

[...] The sounds of the package, for example (as Seth, Jane crumpled an empty cigarette package), or the fingernails across the table (demonstrated), are magnified, for in the cellular world they are an important outside-the-self cosmic event — messages of great importance. [...]

[...] “And when there isn’t any sound outside, everything’s ringing — the way your ears do, only more so … Now my whole body’s really big. [...]

[...] Her ears still rang, so loudly that she asked me if I heard the same sound. [...]

Since they are often frightened and unsure of the future, they are more apt to cast their thoughts backwards into their early childhoods, reaching for their earliest memories, and mentally try to gain comfort from the remembered sounds of beloved voices, only to mentally glimpse other images than they expected, or to hear other voices than those for which they yearned.

[...] They eat at a place that begins with a D. This is not it: it sounds like Den-I-ah however.

[...] A town perhaps beginning with a B or P, that sound. [...]

[...] It presupposes a mouth and a tongue, the kind of physical organization necessary; a mind; a certain kind of world in which sounds have meaning; and a very precise, quite practical knowledge of the nature of sounds, the combination of their patterns, the use of repetition, and a knowledge of the nervous system. [...]

(Long pause.) If the “earthling” spoke, the alien would of course instantly know that you were communicating creatures, and in the vocal sounds recognize patterns that contained purpose and intent. [...]

[...] To her surprise he sounded weaker than he had the last time she’d spoken to him, and at his request my planned visit tomorrow was put off until Friday afternoon.

I laughed, and told her that with her new resolve not to worry she sounded like me.)