“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] If you hear voices, then listen to what they say. The voices of strangers and beloved ones are often the same voices, and the scenes that you see often, you have seen before. [...]

[...] Be still and listen to your inner voice. [...]

[...] Be still—listen—listen to the voices within you that you have not listened to. [...]

[...] And, also if you allow it, the voice can also be used to echo other voices that have been your own in other times and places as Ruburt earlier said. [...]

[...] Not to substitute one authority for another, but to allow yourselves the freedom to recognize that the prime authority is All That Is that resides within you and that speaks with your own voice. [...]

(To Mary Ellen.) Listen to your own voice, proudly and gladly. [...]

[...] And as I always do to show not only guests and seeming strangers the nature of vitality but always to impress it as deeply as possible into your knowledge, then let me again remind you that this vitality is your own; that life, physical or nonphysical, is a full vitality that it is not necessarily quiet, that it is not necessarily sedate, and though my voice does not ring with the innocent chatter of children, that that same vitality that fills them fills me and fills each of you. [...]

[...] Their contents are embodied in the two papers that are reproduced below; the first one, from the library, she received before placing a call to The Village Voice; the second, from Seth, came through after she made that call, and called a few people about visiting us next Friday night.

[...] I’d say that to some extent at least its content flows from the proposed interview with a reporter from The Village Voice, a contact made with the business manager at WELM in town, and so forth—hardly accidental, we think, that these events connected with publicity, her work, etc., come into our awareness at this time. [...]

(After finishing the library material, Jane called The Village Voice on impulse, but ended up feeling she didn’t do well: She didn’t get to speak to Jim Poett, who was not there, or to his editor. [...]

[...] The call [which was action, a creative synthesis of your joint feelings], gave you information you didn’t have before—that The Voice [as an entity] knew of the Silence Gallery in a confused way. [...]

[...] She spoke while sitting down and with her eyes closed, in a voice strong enough to penetrate the background noise, and at a good rate with very few pauses. [...]

[...] During this delivery a very heavy rain began to fall; it was noisy, but her voice surmounted the additional noise without trouble. [...]

(Jane began to speak again in the same fast manner, with her eyes closed, and in a somewhat quieter voice. [...]

[...] She had spoken at a fast pace and with a good voice, with few pauses and with her eyes closed. [...]

[...] In his case, however, much of this had to do with quite normal reactions—not voiced or expressed. [...] When your enthusiasm grew, and your trust in his abilities, then he felt that to voice any fears at all in your eyes meant that he did not trust his abilities himself.

[...] Whenever a fear spontaneously comes into his mind about his work, he should voice it to you. [...]

[...] Promptly at 9 PM Jane rose to her feet and began dictating in a voice that was quite firm and clear, and somewhat stronger than her normal one.)

[...] room, dictating in her clear strong voice, John entered, poured himself a glass of wine and lit a cigarette. [...]

(Jane began dictation in the same strong voice. [...]

(Now Jane’s voice became a little stronger yet.)

(Jane began speaking while sitting down and with her eyes closed, in a voice a bit deeper than usual and with pauses.)

[...] (Voice somewhat deeper.) You proceed as your abilities and control develop.

[...] Her voice had been average.

[...] Eyes open and closed, voice okay, she smoked a cigarette. [...]

[...] No voices or visions, however. [...]

[...] Her voice and rate of delivery were normal.)

[...] Her voice was unchanged, her glasses once again off. [...]

[...] But as before her diction remained clear, her voice normal.

[...] Jane began dictating in an altogether normal voice, pacing leisurely, her eyes dark as usual.)

(Jane then resumed; but now her voice was much stronger and some-what deeper, quite different from the easygoing tone and volume she had used to open the session.)

(By now, Jane’s delivery was much more vigorous, her voice quite loud and strong. [...]

[...] Jane resumed in the same vigorous and strong-voiced manner at 9:32.)

[...] Her voice was quiet. [...]

[...] Her voice was a little stronger, her pace quite a bit faster. [...]

(Jane’s eyes closed again when she resumed, in a quieter voice, and with more frequent pauses, at 10:00 PM.)

[...] Her eyes had remained closed, her voice quiet. [...]

[...] The speakers are those inner voices that first taught you physical languages. You could be equally correct in calling them the voices of electrons or the voices of the gods, for each is a representation of All That Is, overflowing like a fountain both with knowledge and with love.

[...] Jane’s voice was now quite hoarse and weak; I believe she would have been forced to stop in a few more moments. This is one of the very few times, in seven years of sessions, that she has had any voice interference.

(At 11:11 I read the last two paragraphs of the material to her, but she couldn’t make any emotional connections that might explain the voice difficulty, nor could I. Jane is inordinately fond of animals. [...] Resume at 11:20, in a voice stronger but rougher than usual.)

[...] 11:25 P.M. Jane soon recovered her usual voice.)

[...] Her voice was quiet—too quiet as it developed. I had trouble hearing her, and shortly after she began speaking she hiked her chair closer to my table, and her voice acquired a little more volume. [...]

[...] Her eyes had remained closed; her voice had been loud enough to rise above the traffic noise. [...]

[...] Her eyes had remained closed, her voice had been a bit stronger, her pace had picked up quite a bit during the delivery. [...]

[...] Her pace had been good, her voice average and with an occasional touch of brogue. [...]

[...] Although her voice had been rather average this evening, she said now that she felt it to be strong subjectively. Jane told me it is hard to explain, but at times she feels she is more a part of the voice than at other times.

[...] Her voice was quiet. [...]

[...] Her voice remained quiet. [...]

[...] Her eyes had remained closed, her voice quiet. [...]

[...] “I felt that he could really blast off with that voice. I told her that for the first time I too had sensed that terrific potential in the Seth voice—another excellent sign.

(When Seth came through Jane’s Seth voice was the best I’ve heard it yet. [...]

(Once again Seth came through before I finished writing these notes, and once again Jane’s voice was strong, as it had been during the last session.)

[...] Her Seth voice had been strong. [...]

[...] She wasn’t aware of much except the voice. Her pace had on the whole been good, her voice average. [...]

(Jane’s voice now began to grow somewhat heavier.)

[...] Her voice was heavier than usual, and her pace had finally become very fast. [...]

[...] Her pace was slower, her voice average. [...]

[...] As you sit listening to my voice, you are all subconsciously forming the physical environment of your classroom. [...]

[...] The voice which we must necessarily use it unfortunately, devoid now of humor, and yet I am indeed a man of humor. [...]

[...] Jane’s trance was now deeper, her pace faster and very emphatic; her voice began to go deeper and louder. [...]

You are, in some respects, more awake when you sleep than you are when you sit in your classroom and listen to my voice. [...]

Since they are often frightened and unsure of the future, they are more apt to cast their thoughts backwards into their early childhoods, reaching for their earliest memories, and mentally try to gain comfort from the remembered sounds of beloved voices, only to mentally glimpse other images than they expected, or to hear other voices than those for which they yearned.