“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] If this sounds like a foolish statement it is not, for in many such cases the ulcer is so concentrated upon, and so much energy is used in its maintenance, and it is used as such a scapegoat, that the personality is loath to be rid of it.

(Jane stared at me and grinned broadly; and for a second I thought she really was going to sound out.)

([Daniel:] “It sounds like a lifelong task just to work out the first half of that before you would begin to relate to other people.”)

[...] Now, the very sound of my voice, as our dear friend knows, assaults the silence of the room and yet it is creative. [...]

[...] There is the sound of activity. [...]

[...] At the same time, I felt my familiar sensation, the thrilling tingling feeling of sound, begin to build up in my legs. [...]

(Jane had heard the fireworks next door, which had only sounded for two brief intervals. [...]

Now: I want to emphasize again that while all this sounds difficult in the telling, it becomes much more clear intuitively when you learn to experience what you are, for if you cannot travel inside your physical body to find your identity, you can travel through your psychological self.

[...] My words made the insight sound more prosaic than it really was, I’m afraid. [...]

[...] With her mouth closed tight she was making grunting and keening sounds as she moved her body, over and over, expressing vocally the same efforts she was making physically. [...]

[...] You know, now, that all form has consciousness, and so there was no point at which self-consciousness entered with the sound of trumpets, so to speak. [...]

[...] But if it’s true, then we’re really involved in something with fantastic potential … highly unique in a way … and that sounds too egotistical. [...]

[...] We were to discover that the dream universe was far more valid than we had ever supposed, but what Seth said then sounded like nothing we had ever read or heard before.

[...] On the same day at 7:30 PM during psychological time, Jane once again heard within the static sound described on page 167. [...]

Although it will surely sound complicated, let us for a moment once more return to a consideration of this chair.

They are no more than insect sounds—perhaps irritating, but unimportant. [...]

[...] If I say: “You are becoming what you already are,” then my remark sounds meaningless, for if you already are, how can you become what is already accomplished? [...]

[...] For Sarah she had spoken in a rather more childish manner; for Malba she had sounded rather petulant, grown, not too bright and poorly educated. [...]

[...] At times her voice sounded so dry it had a rasp.

([Gert:] “He doesn’t sound it!”)

[...] I have said this many times and doubtlessly I will continue to say—when Ruburt’s familiar body is some 40 years older and my voice in comparison to Ruburt’s sounds like quite a young man (shouts)—That my energy should remind you of the energy that is inherent within yourself and that any energy that sweeps through this small frame comes from the same energy that gives you your vitality and strength and that should bring you joy and fulfillment. [...]

Motion does have a sound though you may not hear it. [...]

Now the sound of the music will suggest colors to you and the colors themselves may appear in your mind as designs. [...]

[...] We had heard the sound of a car, I remembered, and people going into the apartment downstairs; perhaps that had caused our confusion. [...]

[...] Her explanation had sounded better than mine, and tallied closely with Seth’s presentation above. [...]

[...] Sounds seemed to carry through above and below us. [...]

[...] It is also, believe it or not, closer to sound. [...]

A spoken language is, again, dependent upon all other languages that could possibly be spoken, and thus its sounds rise into prominence and order because of the silences and pauses between them; so your waking consciousness is dependent upon what you think of as sleeping or dreaming consciousness. [...]

Against all that conventional wisdom, what I have said sounds extremely simple, simplistic, Pollyannaish, until you try to do it. [...]

(The hospital was hardly a quiet place, what with fire trucks and police cars pulling up beneath our window with sirens screeching and wailing, and with people in the hall outside 330 pushing carts that rattled and sounded like a bushel of pots and pans jouncing around — all of this as Jane was ready to begin the session. [...]