“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

A name with a sound like Gary here or G A or G E R R Y. (This may apply to BT’s married name: Gerrigan or: Gerrighan, etc.)

[...] I wanted the word war in the plural; however the plural gave him the idea of the number, which was blended with the sound of war, into four.

This sounds extremely involved. [...]

[...] From the recent material we had received on the dream world, I said it sounded as though Bill was in contact with other parts of his inner or whole self.

I am sometimes at a loss for words, believe it or not, for often explanations make things sound more difficult than they are. [...]

[...] It sounded too simple to me at first, but still....

[...] This may sound unbelievable to you; nevertheless the same effects that cause emotional outbursts also cause physical storms. [...]

[...] Who else did we know, so “old school” who’d even speak of tipping one’s hat, or refer to food as “good cuisine?” Anyway he certainly didn’t sound frightening, and the fifth-dimensional monologue was really provocative.

I certainly do not mean to sound less than compassionate. [...]

(“That sounds good.”)

I believe the breakage was emotional, and yet I somehow connect it with the sound of glasses, whether the man had been drinking strongly or not; this could explain the glasses, which are strongly connected to me here.

[...] In one of them I’m on a troop train [in World War II] traveling to Karachi, India, and in the other I’m asleep in a cold barrack. I wrote in the book that ‘I was conscious of every movement, sound, and odor on the train, yet conscious that I was in a barrack that was very chilly. [...]

[...] Seth called Dr. Instream by his first name, and the two of them sounded as if they were old cronies. [...]

[...] Jane was well dissociated, she said—not aware of outside sounds, etc. [...]

[...] Leonard’s message to us on the back of the card contains such an invitation: “Hi: Have arrived safe and sound. [...]

[...] For another, I refuse to sound like a hoarse horse. [...]

[...] You may therefore form dream stories about your own out-of-body travel, while your physical image rests soundly in bed. [...]

[...] The sound was subdued, yet plain enough in our very quiet room. [...]

[...] I now latched it tightly, which helped, and pulled the curtains over it to further deaden the sounds.

[...] Unaware of the passage of time, she then was awakened out of a sound sleep, not dreaming either, by a thunderously loud voice which shouted to her or at her: “Good night!” Marian told us this was so real to her, so loud and unmistakable, filling the entire room as with thunder, that she sat bolt upright in bed, fully awake and quite frightened. [...]