“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Again traffic noise was quite audible, yet it did not bother any of us unduly, as it had during the last session. [...]

(Traffic noise had been increasing past the front of our house. [...]

[...] She did not remember being bothered by traffic noise. [...]

[...] I could hear the usual traffic moving past, or stopping outside to wait for the elevators while Seth was speaking. [...]

[...] The windows were wide open so that traffic noise hit us. [...]

[...] The window had just been closed: I’d been bothered by traffic noise as I tried to read to her. [...]

(The windows were wide open in 330 when she had the session, and at times the traffic noise was quite bothersome. [...]

[...] Traffic sounded louder. [...]

[...] The windows were open to the sound of traffic close by; this made hearing this faint voice difficult at times.)

[...] You shall indeed, get traffic tickets and of a different kind, only you yourself give yourself tickets. [...] You can manipulate events and you can manipulate them for your own egotistical purposes; but when you do so, you give yourself a traffic ticket. [...]

[...] You have given yourself several traffic tickets. [...] And that is why you have given yourself a traffic ticket now and then, What you are learning is a technique for self-development. [...]

Did your attitudes cause the traffic then, you may ask, and I tell you that they did.

This does not mean you cannot have a home where there is no traffic, and where it is still. [...]

[...] Once again, when Jane had the session I became aware of traffic noise from Market Street.)

[...] This admits traffic noise also, and as we prepared for the session we were quite conscious of the difference compared to the quiet back room.

[...] It soon became apparent that the unaccustomed traffic noise was having its effect, also. [...]

[...] referred, Jane said, to the traffic noise we became sharply aware of while working about the Birch house. Although situated on a hillside, the traffic noise seemed to roll up at us, and we used this as a reason for not buying the house. [...]

[...] It was a warm night for the end of October, and we had the windows open, the traffic noise from the busy intersection just one house removed was bothering me more than anything else.)

[...] She too had been bothered by the rush and clatter of traffic, even in trance, and we talked about moving to quieter surroundings before next summer.⁴

(An aside: Jane said that toward the end of her delivery she’d been bothered by traffic noise. It was a warm if snowy night, and we had a kitchen window open for fresh air; all through her delivery I’d been aware of the traffic ceaselessly negotiating the intersection just west of “our” apartment house, of course, and had asked her to repeat a number of words. [...]

[...] It was another unusually warm night; we had a window open, and were aware of traffic noise. [...]

[...] Up until now none of us had noticed the traffic noise past the front of the house; but now that a test was to come I became conscious of it. [...]

[...] She was aware of the traffic noise.

[...] And with a traffic problem in the heart of town. [...]

[...] The windows were of necessity open and traffic noise was quite audible, but we heard Jane without difficulty. [...] Almost immediately her voice acquired a somewhat hard edge that cut through the traffic noise, and she maintained this through most of the session. [...]

[...] Traffic noise was loud.)

[...] This data came after I had to repeat the question because of traffic noise. [...]

[...] lt was a muggy night; our living room windows were open, and now I became conscious of traffic noise. [...]

[...] I’d had to ask for a word or two to be repeated when it had been obliterated by a burst of traffic noise.)