“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] This may sound contradictory, but it is not. [...]

[...] (Touch again.) A voice with a clicking sound. [...]

[...] You listen and it sounds great, but you ignore it to some extent or another. [...]

Now Ruburt has often wondered about this voice and so have you, and how I use it, and the sounds automatically, as they grow louder, increase the acceleration of your consciousness. [...]

[...] To you with your ideas of camouflage time this material may sound strange and unbelievable.

[...] I have been giving you a lot of basic material, so if I sound more like an impersonal lecturer than a friend, I hope you will forgive me.

[...] For a moment I wondered again if trance depth was sufficient as sounds in room bothered me. [...]

[...] Jaw dropping and rotating, accompanied by some guttural sounds. [...]

[...] Beside this, the sound of additional hammering inside the house rose up through our floor; but none of this lasted long or interfered with the session.)

[...] The personality itself is “safe and sound,” but certain portions of it work out unresolved problems, and discharge energy in such a fashion.

[...] Jane said the sounds of traffic rising up from the corner just southwest of our second-floor apartment had bothered her after last break, and that in part this accounted for the shorter delivery. [...]

1. Naturally, Seth’s material here began to sound very reminiscent of Jane’s and my own Sumari characteristics — especially those concerning the “mystical sense of connection with nature” that each of us feels, and our individual desires “to work in solitude.”

(On Sunday evening, June 20th, I again experienced the feeling of sound, as Seth has described it. [...]

[...] I tried to increase the sensation by concentrating, for instance, on hearing the sound with my left knee when the sensation was strong there, but did not succeed especially. [...]

[...] John has been sounded out before by high officials, and was again at this Cleveland meeting.

(As stated earlier, the sounding out was quite subtle as performed by Mr. McKeown and the other official, the tall thin man. [...]

[...] It was during such meetings as this, and those at the Manger, that the sounding-out process commenced.

[...] Imagine what you would miss: the odor of the fresh earth, the sounds, the touch of earth beneath your feet, of sun upon your back; using only the sense of smell, you would also be severely limited.

This must most certainly sound outlandish to you. [...]

(At this moment I heard clearly the crunching banging sound of an automobile accident, through our open windows. [...]

[...] The idea is quite legitimate and sound, however. [...]

[...] The windows were open to the sound of traffic close by; this made hearing this faint voice difficult at times.)

[...] Christine next door is still sounding off; Teresa is either quiet or gone. [...]

[...] A connection with the color yellow, and a loud sound. [...]

(“A connection with the color yellow, and a loud sound.” [...]

[...] However simple those ideas may sound to the adult, still they carry within them the needed power and impetus that fill all of life’s parts. [...]

[...] I thought she sounded farther away, as though the staff had moved her, but when I left tonight I saw her in the room next door to 330 as usual. [...]

[...] My voice boomed—I sounded more like Father Trainor than like myself. [...]

[...] For brief periods her voice would sound very alien. [...]

It may sound very simplistic to tell you that you must have sunny thoughts as well as rays of the physical sun in order to be healthy — but sunny thoughts are as biologically necessary to your well-being as are the rays of the sun that shines in the sky. [...]

[...] She sounded weaker than usual. [...]