“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] But in one way or another … those words continue to be spoken, whether through these lips, or through the sound of leaves, or through the invisible music of your own cells. [...]

[...] You like to deal with sight, or sound, with dreams, or with translating inner data into the working psychic material of your society. [...]

It may indeed sound like an oversimplification. [...]

[...] He behaved in quite a scary fashion, looking all about him, though there were no bugs about, or unusual sounds to upset him.

[...] It also exists as sound. [...]

[...] The sounds themselves are keys that tune you in, so to speak, with certain frequencies. [...]

[...] Jane speculated that it could refer to the age of either the publicity director of F. Fell, or to Rhoda Monks, the author of letter # 2. Jane telephoned Frederick Fell on February 8th, and in so doing spoke first to Rhoda Monks; to Jane she sounded as though she could be about that age.

[...] It is actually truer than many designations that would sound more authentic and complicated. [...]

It is as if a man found himself in a completely dark room, into which no sounds came. [...]

[...] As words would give small hint of the reality of color or sound to someone who did not experience these, so words can only give insight into the nature of reality. [...]

(She enjoyed the exchange a great deal, she made sketches while speaking on such subjects as the many facets of the electron and its behavior; time and its variations; gravity, its changes with motion, and its attributes in the past, present, and future; the velocities of light; mathematical equations; astronomy, including perceptions by telescope of the future as well as of the past; the structure of the earth’s core; earthquakes and “black” sound/light; language, including glossolalia and her own Sumari; pyramids, coordination points, and so forth. [...]

[...] In theory it sounded fine, but naturally I knew he wanted Sally to live. [...]

Rob laughed; she sounded so put upon, so determined to place the blame elsewhere.

[...] The voice almost sounded as if it came from a radio. [...]

(Seth came through with this, we believe, because he had expressed a wish that we had our recorder going this evening, and because he evidently wanted to sound out strong and loud and could not do so in an apartment house. [...]

[...] But material awareness and bodily response to it would be impossible were it not for these internal webworks … I am saying that all exterior events, including your own bodies with their insides, all objects, all physical materializations, are the outside structures of inside ones that are composed of interior sound and invisible light, interwoven in electromagnetic patterns.

[...] If your cells did not cooperate so well, you would not be listening to this voice, and it would make no sound. [...]

[...] Jane was again well dissociated, although she realized her voice had been sounding out. [...]

[...] This sounds very simple. [...]

[...] Jane’s reply had a familiar sound. [...]

[...] The sounds of our voices were crowded; the space we stood in seemed to be so confining, with the doors at each end, that I marveled that my dear wife and I had lived in the house for all that time. [...]

[...] It had made no sound except for the rush of air through its wings. [...]