“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Once again, her Seth voice was quiet, and I had to pay close attention to hear it competing with other hospital sounds. [...]

These suggestions of mine may sound simple but they are not.

([John, laughing:] “Sounds like I’m in for some trouble.”

[...] Jane cried again, and kept on making a series of low moaning sounds, eyes closed, as I worked with the leg. [...]

[...] After I had remarked aloud that Ruburt sounded like a half-and-half name, meaning male and female.)

[...] I could hardly keep awake, but my senses were extremely acute; I could hear every sound in the house.

[...] Through all of this, I hadn’t thought to disturb Rob, who was sleeping soundly beside me. [...]

[...] Her voice sounded dry, however, but not hoarse. [...]

This psychic gestalt may sound to you impersonal, but since its energy forms your person, how can this be?

[...] I told Jane the dream almost sounded like an exercise in exploring a probable reality.

[...] I do not mean, although like Ruburt I am indeed somewhat to sound superior [sic], you must however realize that you are so closely focused within the reality that you know that it is difficult for you to look elsewhere. [...]

(I told Jane that as I listened to it some of the material sounded contradictory. [...]

Understanding this however will let Ruburt take some countering measures, as he did today by thinking of how cozy it was inside to work, and how comforting the rain sounded.

[...] It sounded like good material for a chapter in a book—perhaps something new is cooking?)

[...] To some degree it even possesses self-consciousness, and so there is no point at which self-consciousness entered, so to speak, with the sound of trumpets. [...]

(Jane had blurted this strange-sounding name out so quickly that I lost my way trying to get it on paper. [...]

[...] Around 4:30 A.M. I woke to the sound of a heavy wind and the feel of much colder air creeping in around my body. [...] The woods come down over the crest of the hill in back of the house, to the north, and with a sound like an ocean tide the wind was racing through their treetops, plunging south past the house and into the valley. [...]

[...] The only sounds might be the wind in the treetops and the chug-chug of my shoes on the asphalt. [...]

(But first this note, In Appendix 19 for Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality, I offer material from Jane and from Seth about that atonal, very distant-sounding Seth Two. [...]

[...] He certainly sounded as though he’d decided upon his next book:

[...] When she did go into trance as we sat at the living room table, her voice had a distinct tremor—more so than on Monday night [April 12] and a farther-away or more distant feeling or sound. [...]

[...] The “secrets” of languages are not to be found, then, in the available sounds, accents, root words or syllables, but in the rhythms between the words; the pauses and hesitations; the flow with which the words are put together, and the unsaid inferences that connect verbal and visual data.

[...] The sound was very harmonious, neither too fast or slow, and quite beautiful, almost with an echoing quality. [...]

[...] Perhaps somehow the sounds of his name suggest ice, or the letters. [...]

(“It sounds like a busy time, then... [...]

[...] It seems to be connected with a word that sounds like much or munch.

[...] The sound of rain upon it is usually very pleasant. [...]

[...] She made strange grunting sounds with her efforts, and almost violent motions. [...]