“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The air that carries the voice and moves the lungs is itself a method of communication and itself becoming aware. [...]

[...] In your own background you learned to voice silent disapproval. [...]

(Very loudly) As you sense the energy within this voice grab a hold of it, use it for your own purposes. [...]

[...] Some women display what you think of as masculine characteristics, growing hair about their faces, speaking with heavier voices, or becoming angular; while some men speak with lighter, gentler tones than ever before, and their faces grow smoother, and the contours of their bodies soften.

(Last week the second and last installment of the Village Voice article came out. [...]

(Jane received not only the answer to this question before the board transmitted it, but the question itself before I had either voiced it aloud or written it down.

[...] Voice average, pace slow with many pauses.)

[...] At times in the past also, she has withheld data she later wished she had given voice to. [...]

[...] As stated, Jane had an image of my initials on the note used as test object; but since my father’s initials are the same she feared she would distort the data by voicing the initials. [...]

[...] As I spoke, my voice seemed to get hoarse and husky. I laughed and commented that I hoped Seth wasn’t going to start using my voice whenever he wanted to.

[...] She began dictating on time in a normal voice, and at a rather brisk pace. [...]

(First I heard an unidentified female voice offstage to my right say quite clearly: “It’s coffee time.”

(Jane began dictating in a slightly husky voice, at a fairly rapid rate. [...]

[...] She resumed in the same husky voice at 9:30.)

[...] Earlier today I’d voiced the hope that Seth could give some material on Jane’s eyes, which haven’t progressed as much as we’d like. [...]

Very vaguely indeed, this could be compared to a voice from one station suddenly being captured by another. [...]

(During the session, Jane’s eyes had opened often, her pace had been mostly average with pauses, her voice average.)

[...] Her Seth voice was again good.)

[...] I am very pleased with your progress, and if I do not come through with a voice as light as a butterfly, that does not mean that I am a lightweight. [...]

[...] Her voiced had carried the same tremor. [...]

[...] Of the last few months or so I spent at my mother’s house—when she called me time after time during those spring and summer months of 1950: she wanted her pillows turned, she cried out in rage and pain—and here I was some 30 years later, calling out to Rob (voice breaking) to move my pillows or raise my head. [...]

They also felt that they were themselves, however; that as humans [they were] the manifestation of the larger expression of nature that was too splendid to be contained alone within nature’s framework, that nature needed them — that is, men — to give it another kind of voice. [...]

(On September 27, Jane woke up after her nap with a batch of material in mind on: Private Revelation, and the Voice of God, or Divine Dialogues, which she wrote down. [...]

[...] She spoke slowly, eyes closed often, her voice still uneven and very emotional at times, even quavering.)