“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I’d turned off the sound before the session began. [...]

[...] Eyes closed to hold back tears of humiliation, I felt my arms lifted by an orderly (long pause), my thin belly and ribs straining in the brightly lit room, my backside lifted and supported by two other strange arms, while a third person—I don’t want to sound too vulgar—

[...] But other tests and X-rays revealed that I had sound lungs—in spite of my smoking—a good heart and stomach and other organs. [...]

[...] (Long pause, eyes closed.) This advice, simple as it sounds, will lead toward further insights on his part. [...]

(It was rather quiet in the studio, though I could hear Jane’s typewriter, but through the closed doors the sound was muffled and rather steady, and the rest of the house was quiet. [...]

You know how fond I am of you both, and you have no idea of how many unfortunate, possible circumstances you have avoided already by heeding my sometimes prosaic-sounding advice. I try to give you sound advice without pushing you in any direction, and this is often difficult. [...]

Pius, doesn’t sound right to me, 8, 1... [...] But it doesn’t sound right but seems to be what I’m getting.

[...] Take careful note of sights and sounds.

[...] The woman’s name now has a strong R sound. [...]

[...] Christine is still next door, and sounding off, calling loudly at times for Georgie.

[...] I seem to have spent some time in a place that sounds like Caprina, also during that lifetime.

[...] All of the earth’s languages, however, are united because of characteristic pauses and hesitations upon which the different sounds ride.

These emanations can also appear as sounds, and you will be able to translate them into sounds long before your scientists discover their basic meaning. [...]

[...] All was quiet in the halls re Teresa and Christine, though before Jane was through the emergency alarm sounded by the elevators outside our door. [...]

One of Jane’s earlier travels through an altered state of consciousness, in September, 1972, resulted in the first session on her unique “slow” and “fast” sounds, then led into information on faster-than-light particles, black holes, white holes, and “dead” holes. [...]

[...] They sound simple enough, and yet they are right. [...]

[...] (Seth has said more than once that in those terms it’s even older than the evolutionists believe.) The reasons given for this young age seem reasonable enough, though I hardly have the background knowledge to know how good they’d sound to an evolutionary geologist, say….

[...] The explanation for man’s use of language sounded a bit pat, too: God just made him that way.

In its way the nighttime visitation was even more mysterious, for that time I looked up at a starlit but moonless sky that didn’t have a cloud in sight — and heard this multitudinous sound moving across it. [...] All of the qualities of the birds’ flight were heightened for me by its very invisibility, for while I actually saw no geese at all, that sound was everywhere. [...]

(It sounds almost as though Jane and I had our worrisome dreams in tandem. [...]

[...] Now joy sounds quite acceptable, but (with amusement) our city will also have fun — which in many spiritual circles is not so acceptable!

[...] The ears create sound. The difficulty in understanding this principle is due to the fact that we’ve taken it for granted that the image and sound already exist for the senses to interpret. [...]

It was as if the physical world were really tissue-paper thin, hiding infinite dimensions of reality, and I was suddenly flung through the tissue paper with a huge ripping sound. [...]

[...] She makes almost continuous sounds of pain—discomfort as these bodily motions progress. [...]

[...] Traffic sounded louder. [...]