“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane said we sounded apprehensive to try any more experiments for awhile. [...]

[...] (Mouths words first:) There is a town or island or bay, some area in the vicinity that sounds like Balinda; this is not it, however. [...]

[...] Jane didn’t sound like Seth at all a good part of the time, and she realized this to some degree. [...]

[...] defenses include agility, responsiveness, strength, dependability, good health—and instead I undermined those and set up artificial rigidities; did realize impossible as it sounds that Seth was right—constant anxiety and tenseness caused the whole thing; and DID resolve to let it all go.

[...] We thought the tape contained a number of negative suggestions, though how one deals with physical troubles without sounding negative at times may be a problem in itself. [...]

[...] Often, while you are in pain, for example, you concentrate upon that sensation alone, ignoring the feelings of ease that may be felt by other portions of the body, and unaware of the conglomeration of sounds, sights, and impressions that are also in the immediate environment. [...]

[...] “I think Seth’s going to add a Part 4 to this book,” she said, “and he’s going to call it ‘The Practicing Idealist.’ And I want to keep changing it to ‘Practicing Idealism,’ because his heading sounds too much like it’s already been used. [...]

People often respond to the seasons in individualistic fashion, of course, using certain elements to spur them on or hold them back, using the sessions as sounding boards. [...]

[...] See how prim that last sentence would sound if it were merely written down without the lively, slightly sardonic inflection which I manage to give to Ruburt’s voice?

[...] Somehow the sound of the words is rather pleasant. [...]

[...] The data that I give is not actually sound on my part. [...]

As a man’s voice I fear Jane will sound rather unmelodious. I do not have the voice of an angel by any means, but neither do I sound like an asexual eunuch, which is all I’ve been able to make her sound like all night. [...]

[...] If I sound ponderous it is only because these necessary explanations cannot be given to you in a playful manner. [...]

Previously we have been too concerned with other matters for any interchange of an emotional kind, and if Ruburt’s voice sounds rather dreary in this transitional phase I myself am in a very playful, I might say frisky, mood. [...]

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

12. And added two weeks or so later: I see connections between the “centuries of inactivity” that Seth describes in this (708th) session, and certain unique psychic abilities of Jane’s — namely, those involving “massiveness” and “long sound.” In Volume 1, see not only Session 681 between 10:22 and 11:47 for data on one of her massive experiences, but that session’s accompanying Appendix 3. Then in this section of Volume 2, see both Note 9 and Appendix 19 for the 712th session, concerning material on Jane’s long-sound trances; during one of these it could theoretically take her a week — or a century — of our time to pronounce just one syllable of one word.

[...] At the breakfast table, I told her I thought the material was connected to the sessions in Personal Reality on the interior sound, light, and electromagnetic values “around or from which” the physical image forms. [...]

[...] While we went over it this afternoon I became aware of a familiar, though infrequent, sound: the honking of geese. [...]

2. In Personal Reality, see sessions 623–25 in Chapter 5. In Oversoul Seven, see the material in Chapter 12, for example, wherein Jane described not only the airborne movement of objects — rocks — but an “extra tension” in the air itself, “as if a million vowels and syllables rose into the air, all glittering, all … alive; like animals of sound….”

[...] You may hear sounds or voices. [...]

Music is an exterior representation, and an excellent one, of the life-giving inner sounds that act therapeutically within your body all the time. (See Chapter Five.) The music is a conscious reminder of those deeper inner rhythms, both of sound and of motion. [...]

The natural healing of sound can happen also when you do such a simple thing as listen to the rain. [...]

(Jane said her voice sounded to her as though it issued from a point perhaps a foot in front of her mouth. [...]

[...] Linda and Betts could have been arguing [although this is unlikely; as far as I know Linda is away at school.] All of this was a mental impression, more of a jumbled sense of sound and emotional clutter, with but vague images. [...]

(Right after this I felt a most odd sensation, one I can describe only as a definite, strong cluttering motion, jumbled, inside my head; like angry or upset symbols not translated into specific information, with a sense of sound in it. [...]

This next may sound Pollyannaish to an extreme, but he should make it a point to help another human being in any small way, without expecting thanks, three times a week. [...]

[...] The feet of the ego, of any ego, must not rest on quicksand, or when the venturing self returns there will be no sound foundation to receive him.

If this sounds difficult then indeed it is, because I will not deal in platitudes, and the exercise of the inner abilities demand, as a bulwark, the sometimes difficult achievement of an ego that can adapt itself in the outer environment, and so hold its own while the inner self is then freed to go its way.

[...] I said it sounded as though the dream state was giving her information on healing and motion. [...]

(“How about saying something about Karina?” I’d heard the Russian lady sounding off a few times this afternoon during the session.)

[...] The girl sounded embarrassed to tell me the news. [...]

[...] “You sound like me,” he said. [...]

[...] No sights or sounds accompanied this manifestation.

[...] Each was different, none of them involved people or sound, and none of them reminded me of places we had seen or visited through the day.

(I can’t really describe the sound. [...] The sound didn’t come from the room. [...]

[...] The sound of the voice was very loud—it scared me as a sudden loud sound will. [...]

[...] It was loud and unmistakable, with a voice-like sound in it also. [...]

[...] A mourning dove makes its lonely lovely sound; Frank comes in to make a phone call—ordering concrete for later today; Rob is typing in another room, the FM radio station is playing a symphony; outside my side window the green leaves shimmer in the air; and again, everything seems synchronized in its own fashion; everything separate yet together. [...]

[...] Pollyanna as it may sound, you must each imagine Ruburt able to navigate, and take it for granted that the rest physically will follow, without trying to force the issue.

If I sound theatrical, if I sound irascible, kindly remember that to make my point I work with disadvantages and distortions which would make you speechless. [...]

[...] During some passages, up until break time, the volume of sound she produced made my ears ring. [...]

(As before, Jane, on her feet again, stood just before her chair, threw her head back, and let the sound pour out. [...]

[...] If I sound aggressive, you must indeed read between the lines. [...]

(The Van Elder name was not specifically familiar to me, although it could be said to have a familiar sound. I can say that the painting and energy data given tonight is entirely sound and worthy, however, and certainly beneficial for any artist. [...]

(This is sound painting technique. [...]