“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

It is sometimes difficult to maintain the fine distinction that is necessary to you, for example, so that the voice is not too loud. [...] The rate at which it is expended controls the volume of the voice. [...]

[...] Her voice was quiet, in contrast to last night’s noisy unscheduled session. [...]

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

I feel that I should explain myself to some degree, concerning the infrequent unscheduled sessions that occur, and some of the reasons behind the voice effects, which indeed we do keep under control most of the time.

(Again tonight the voice was clear, somewhat distant, and higher pitched than Jane’s usual voice. The voice was not faint however, and if anything was a bit stronger tonight than previously. [...]

[...] I drank too much and I can’t let Seth speak in his own voice, to answer my questions.” These Jane recited to me in her own voice.

(As we waited for the session to begin tonight, Jane said she still wasn’t used to the new method, the new voice; she still waits for its beginning, then is okay once started. Now, the very definite Seth voice and personality are missed.

(Jane’s delivery was faster and quite emphatic in here, in the new higher voice. [...]

[...] Her Seth voice was both strained and strong, I thought, although she had no trouble with the words. Her voice was different, though, and the rhythm was distinctly different than usual; she paused every few words.)

[...] Hidden within the sessions there is the splendid vitality of Father Trenton, his (Jane’s) mother, his neighbors and teachers — but beyond that the sessions connect and unite the annals of existence as he has experienced them, so that in speaking with my voice, and for me (quavering), he expresses the blessed vitality and acknowledgments of the universe, as even through the sessions the sweet universe acknowledges his own presence and being. And the two of you together also live within one life that expresses multitudinous voices, and sheds its own mercy, gladness, and joy, out into the world at large, enriching it, renewing the springtimes, and never truly ending.

(4:10.) To one extent or another, Ruburt then speaks in the sessions for all peoples, for the united psyches that overflow with thoughts and feelings that are registered by the wind, giving voice to the private, intimate, yet connected lives of men and women throughout the centuries — so that many people, listening to or reading the sessions, hear their own inner voices also, and feel the contours of their own natures, and universal nature as well.

The voice was a male voice, was it not?

[...] But then John hadn’t witnessed a session, and the voice episode had slipped his mind, two weeks ago. John heard the voice in a dancing establishment called The Elms, in Elmira Heights, which is a small town adjacent to Elmira. [...]

[...] Jane began speaking while sitting down and with her eyes closed; her pace was quite fast, her voice definitely stronger and more active than usual. [...]

(Briefly, Seth now burst out in a loud, deep and humorous voice.)

[...] But the voices were definitely booming now. [...] To my complete bewilderment, the voice continued. [...] Surely the voices were coming from there! [...] Not only that, but the voices had actually doubled in volume.

[...] When he heard the voices, instead of becoming confident, he fell into a dream state. He did not want to accept the responsibility that he felt his abilities put upon him, and so in the dream, he looked for an outside source for the voices and dreamed the radio sequences. In the dream, however, the voices continue [after he switched the radio off] because he knows he is picking them up from a channel that is not physical.

[...] The top is only an outcropping,’ the voice said. [...] There were two voices, one slightly louder than the other, discussing this.

Two weeks later, Sue was awakened in the middle of the night by the same two voices. “How is the condition now?” asked the first voice.

(Once again Jane began speaking in the light, pleasant, high but not falsetto voice, that we had been told represented the larger personality beyond, and encompassing, Seth. This voice is distinctly not the heavy and strong and amused or acerbic Seth voice. [...]

(But, definitely, Seth’s voice hadn’t shown itself. When Jane resumed the same distant and gentle, higher voice returned as before. [...]

[...] Her voice, with its distant quality, was not faint however.) This involves being united with knowledge in a way you cannot now appreciate. [...]

(When she resumed she used the same higher and gentle voice, with pauses, etc, as before. [...]

The voice seemed to finally be formed, or to rise above this static, and on one occasion the voice was extremely loud.

[...] Jane says she has had this experience of static from which a voice emerged three times, all during psy-time.

This was the result of my attempt to give the voice an independence, to form sound within your physical system without working through Ruburt’s vocal cords, but to impress your physical system kinetically.

[...] Her voice was average but her delivery had become quite fast.

(When Jane did begin to speak at 9:11, she used the same high, somewhat distant and quite precise voice as before, the one belonging to what we call, somewhat inaccurately, Seth’s entity. The voice is very clear, without much volume and many pauses, most of them short. One of its oddities is that a sentence often ends on an upbeat note, instead of the voice dropping at the end as is usual. [...]

(“In the voice?” The question was poorly put. I meant the occasionally powerful Seth voice of the past.)

[...] When I asked the question referring to the stronger Seth voice Jane felt somewhat bothered. The question, the interruption and the sound of my intruding voice, seemed to bother her and bring her down to another level, she said. [...]

[...] The voice was also a bit more emphatic and fast; perhaps this passage to date reflects the most individuality shown by this personality.)

(As the session began Jane’s voice was at once loud and quite a bit deeper than usual. This wasn’t her really strong voice by any means, yet it echoed from the living room walls; this effect I believe was accentuated because we had taken the rug up from the floor for the summer. But the voice was a good one, the best in many sessions. [...]

(She knew, she said, at once that the voice was strong and loud. From the moment the session began she was “within the voice,” as though wrapped in a cocoon. The voice swept her along as it has on a few occasions in the past. [...]

Without these chemical and electromagnetic connections, (voice louder) the ego as such would not exist. [...]

[...] The voice was just as strong as before, showing no signs of fatigue. [...]

(The new voice had maintained its characteristics this evening while perhaps showing a little more animation than usual; becoming a little stronger as the session progressed. Jane resumed with the same voice, at a slower pace, at 9:57.)

(Once again Jane began the session speaking in the new voice: higher in pitch, clear, formal and somewhat distant. [...]

(Jane said that now she is starting to get “little glimmerings before a session,” telling her when it is to begin, with the new voice. [...]

(Jane gave a rather long and intense session last night for her ESP class, speaking with both voices. [...]

(At supper time this evening I voiced my opinion of the tactics of Jane’s publisher, Frederick Fell, in no uncertain terms, with the rather obvious implication that Seth could comment upon the situation should he care to.

[...] Her voice was quiet to begin, her pace quite slow.)

[...] They were images of the men whose voices spoke to him in his earlier dream, when he was so frightened; and when he leaped so gracefully from the banister, I was the one who extended an arm to assist him.

[...] Her pace had picked up and her voice had now grown somewhat stronger and deeper.)

[...] Once again the voice was high and formal, but I thought not so distinct, not so distant. There was more of Jane’s regular voice in it, a touch of sleepiness.)

[...] Jane began speaking now while leaning back in her rocker, eyes closed, her voice again high, very clear but distant, very distinct but rather emotionless, ending sentences often again on the upbeat. [...]

[...] Instead she had been “lost” again; she had a feeling of suspension among Seth, his entity, and herself, her own voice. [...]

(Here Jane was sitting very relaxed in her rocker, leaning back with eyes closed, quite limp, voice slowing after a very fast delivery, above. [...]

[...] Her voice had been good, her pace quite fast at times. She had been aware of the deeper and stronger quality of her voice.

[...] Her voice was quiet, her pace slow at the beginning, with pauses.)

[...] Her voice grew somewhat heavier and stronger as the delivery progressed, and her pace speeded up.

(Jane resumed in the same fast manner, with her eyes closed and in a good voice, at 9:30.)

(Here, Jane’s voice abruptly boomed out, very loud, so loud it startled me. [...] For a few sentences she continued in this deeper and stronger voice; then, as though she had been merely practicing, her voice began to soften.)

[...] She began dictating in a quiet voice; she had been coughing a lot, but as soon as the session began the coughing stopped, except for a very few isolated single coughs she gave at widely separated intervals. Her voice sounded dry, however, but not hoarse. [...]

Ruburt’s voice will suffer not at all from our session, although I know that he has been coughing and hacking all day.

[...] Her voice bothered her not at all during delivery; and since I kept actual count, I can report that while presenting the above material she gave but four single coughs throughout it.

[...] During this experiment, while reading some poetry aloud that the now-dead Father Trainor had often read to her when she was in high school, Jane’s voice had taken on an enormous male volume and strength. [...] Jane said it was Father Trainor’s voice, at times, or a close approximation. I can only say it was not the Seth voice; I had never known Father Trainor.

(Jane said that tonight her voice felt as though it was being projected out of her as she dictated, that she was swept along by energy other than her own, “like a sail filled with wind.” The voice was all around her, she said, yet she had no sense of invasion. [...]

[...] Jane again was well dissociated, and her voice was, briefly, loud and strong. She has manifested few voice changes since she began to speak while seated, and with her eyes closed.

[...] She spoke while sitting down and with her eyes closed, as usual, and in a quiet voice. [...]

(As I looked down to write I now had the feeling that I was listening to someone else’s voice. [...] Her manner with this more formal and strong voice was almost that of a lecturer. I said nothing to her about the voice change as she talked on.)

(Here Jane pounded on the desk for emphasis and began, surprisingly, to speak in a stronger voice. I had thought without becoming consciously involved that her voice had been strengthening and deepening since last break. [...]

[...] Looking at Jane and knowing her natural feminine voice so well, I had to think twice to realize that this other new voice was issuing from her in such volume, and with no strain at all. [...]

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. [...]

(I wondered aloud if we should ask definitely for a name for the new voice, since it might give Jane more of a sense of familiarity with the new voice, and help in writing up the notes; but it was no big deal, we decided.

(Once again Jane began speaking for Seth’s entity, as we have come to call the personality beyond Seth; her voice had the same higher and distant, clearly enunciating quality as before. [...]

[...] She had used the new distant voice throughout, as before; this time though her pace had usually been better. [...]

[...] She was aware of the different voice. [...]

(Perhaps because of the presence of a witness, Jane began dictating in a somewhat louder and deeper voice than usual, and maintained the voice all evening. [...]

(Making this pun, Jane’s voice became somewhat stronger and again a little deeper. This was the most voice change she had exhibited in some few sessions.)

[...] I seemed to pick it up with my ears like a very loud garbled static; and this voice, a man’s, was distinguishable amid the static, and formed it somehow. [...] The voice was definitely independent, another person’s, not my own; nor was the thought my own.

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

[...] Her Seth voice still wasn’t as clear as it usually is, nor was her “regular” voice, but both voices today were much improved over their condition yesterday. Her delivery today was faster, but her voice still wasn’t very strong. [...]

[...] Her voice had become somewhat ragged and muted. [...]

[...] (Voice strong. [...] It is only because of my great esteem for you, and my feeling toward your problems, that I do not allow myself full freedom this evening, for the matter of the voice could indeed be quite unrestrained.

(Jane’s voice was again becoming loud and powerful.) Ruburt has his wires crossed. [...] This is why the voice comes through with such raucous glee.

[...] Jane’s trance had again been a good one, her pace fast, voice fairly strong, eyes closed for much of the early part of the delivery.

[...] He and the man from California will have some say-so, and you will then add your voice to theirs. [...]