“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Again, the alternate waking-sleeping patterns keep the traffic signals clear, so to speak. [...]

[...] From the busy intersection just west of our apartment house the sounds of traffic rose up through the open windows. [...]

[...] She was aware of traffic noises as she left trance, but felt good; she missed the “good rich” Seth voice and feeling however.

[...] Jane said the sounds of traffic rising up from the corner just southwest of our second-floor apartment had bothered her after last break, and that in part this accounted for the shorter delivery. [...]

[...] Traffic noise was more audible than usual but Jane appeared unaffected. [...]

[...] Peg and Bill remembered this vividly, not only because of the sudden turn, but also because this happened right after the driver had run through a traffic light. [...]

[...] Jane’s trance had been good, but still she’d been bothered by the sounds of traffic rising up from the busy intersection close by our living room windows. [...]

[...] There had been much traffic noise.)

In various periods that “gridwork” might “carry more traffic” along certain circuits than at other periods, so that there has been some creative leeway allowed, particularly on the parts of the species that make up your larger classifications. [...]

[...] Things sounded loud and clear; the quality of the traffic noise reminded her of the strength of color sensations.

[...] Traffic noise was not a problem, the windows being closed because of the cool night. [...]

[...] Our kitchen window had been open during the evening and traffic noise was audible, as usual. [...]

[...] As we came up the front steps, we often saw her sitting in the upstairs window, watching the traffic below. [...]

[...] Believe it or not, I actually look forward to your spring and summer, and while traffic may bother you in the summer, I will find the air from the open windows most enjoyable.

[...] A wet snow had started after supper and we’d shut our windows, thus cutting down on the rumble and clatter of automobile traffic.

[...] Once she ran out of the place in her nightgown, out into the busy street in the middle of evening traffic. [...]

[...] Shadows were active; the room was rather well lighted by lights from passing traffic.

[...] Traffic noise from the open windows hadn’t bothered her. [...]

[...] All windows were shut tightly, and the traffic noise was not a problem, although it was audible to some degree. [...]

[...] It was held up by a car making a turn beneath the traffic light, and so it paused there with siren screaming until the car moved out of the way. [...]