“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I then saw very clearly in my upper center field of vision an open, full-lipped and sensuous pair of red and feminine lips, with a triangular kind of tongue moving between them. I saw only the mouth and tongue, and for some reason thought of a cardboard tongue. The mouth spoke the words “Oh now please, please bear with me,” or words to that effect. As usual this vision was over before I realized I had seen it, yet during the sighting I was for the first time unaware of my body lying on the bed.

[...] Your lips move, your tongue speaks your name. Does the name belong to the atoms and molecules within your lips or tongue? [...] How can the name the tongue speaks belong to them?

The atoms and molecules of the tongue do not know the syntax of the language they speak. [...]

[...] While trying psychological time on June 18,1964, I had a very startling experience in which I was told by a thunderous voice that John’s trouble lay really in a “bad tongue.” [...] He said John had cut his tongue on a bone sliver while eating, but because of the human nerve structure in that part of the anatomy the pain had been felt down in his neck.

There are many variations, of course, such as: “If you go out in rainy weather, you’ll get pneumonia,” or: “If you tell a lie your tongue will turn to stone.”

[...] As time goes by, however, the children lose their memories of their home tongue. [...]

[...] Unfortunately such concepts are also reflected in fields of psychology, particularly in Freudianism — where, say, slips of the tongue may betray the self’s hidden, nefarious true desires.

If toes had eyes,
then I could see
how my feet know where to go,
but toes are blind.
And how is it that my tongue
speaks words it cannot hear?
Because for all its eloquence,
the tongue itself is deaf,
and flaps in soundlessness.

There may possibly be a marking on the tongue.

[...] We taught man to speak before the tongue knew syllables. [...]

[...] I held my tongue instead of cursing Marie, as I wanted to. [...]

[...] He dreamed how to use his tongue to form the words. [...]

(Long pause at 9:27.) In a way, physically you are a molecular language that communicates to others, but a language with its own peculiarities, as if speaking an accepted tongue you spoke with a biological accent that carried its own flavor and meaning.

[...] For you have also spoken with many tongues. [...]

[...] For you have also spoken with many tongues. [...]

They may find it easy to cluck their tongues at obvious fanatics who cry out for God’s vengeance, and speak about the world’s end in brimstone and ashes. [...]

[...] (Note: This was apparently a slip of the tongue.)

[...] And using the English language I can still speak in many tongues, and present the material.

[...] Have the child open its mouth while you place the imaginary pill on its tongue, or have the child imagine picking the pill up and placing it in its mouth. [...]

and empties its load upon my tongue

[...] In a life just previous to that one however, you were a woman with a bitter tongue, who spoke too often and too harshly, and so you set yourself among other things the task, in the Irish life, of speaking only to music. [...]