“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I stressed once again that I didn’t want the insurance business to interfere with her recovery, which is why I’d voiced such strong approval of her turning herself this morning. [...]

[...] I do admit my voice, as it came through here, may not be as melodious. [...]

[...] Now his face, as you conceive of it in your own subconscious, is the voice and the face of unreasoning punishment that can be lowered upon you without warning—the unpredictable punishment for crimes that you cannot remember having committed. [...]

Now I do not mind your chasing the cat (Seth’s voice was suddenly loud; I had taken a swipe at our cat Willy with my notepaper, when he was about to jump up into Jane’s lap), but chasing my foot is another matter… this energy is then picked up by the families of the students, and their lives indirectly benefited.

[...] Jane’s manner was easy and relaxed, her voice average, her eyes closed often.)

(Jane began dictating in a rather normal voice. [...]

[...] It must be that this voice is not that melodious. Now, if you had to speak through someone else instead of through your own voice box, you would find, indeed, that there were many difficulties involved and besides it is fun for me to get you so upset. [...]

(Jane began dictating in a rather normal voice and at her regular rate, but before long her delivery slowed down once again. [...]

[...] Her voice had become very quiet, her pacing slow. [...]

[...] Karina had definitely been a bother this afternoon, and she was still calling out, her voice hoarse and much weaker. [...]

[...] Her pace had been fast, eyes open often, voice about average.

[...] We were told, in a strong and echoing Seth voice, to let the poor man rest in peace; he would be “here” for a while longer yet, then leave. [...]

[...] I said hello in a sort of surprised voice. [...]

[...] In case you are curious, in your particular case there is a relaxation of the nervous system that occurs, but not because of my melodious tones, I will note, but indeed my voice can travel as far as the onions [sic!]. [...]

(“This afternoon I was wondering how Jim Poett was making out—not when the article will be published [in the Village Voice], but what he thinks of what he’s doing.”)

(Jane’s Seth voice was average, her delivery good. [...]

Yet even to Rob I couldn’t voice my fears. [...]

[...] Lowering his voice, he said that since most of those in the audience used hypnosis professionally, they should know what it felt like to be hypnotized themselves. [...]

[...] Her rate of speaking was good from the start, her voice quiet.)

[...] Jane resumed in a quiet voice, with her eyes closed, at 10:30.)

[...] Most of the time she stared directly at me, using many gestures, speaking with many smiles and in a voice often somewhat heavier than usual because of our open windows.

[...] (Jane’s voice became somewhat stronger.) A scramble. [...]

[...] Her voice was good, with pauses.)

[...] Jane out as usual, eyes open, voice quiet.

[...] (Now that was a coincidence!) He had, and still has, no doubt, a most powerful and moving baritone voice. [...] The few brief times he did so I thrilled to the power and quality of his voice; I could feel it surging within me, as could Jane. John’s masculine power, while different from Jane’s Seth voice at its masculine strongest, represented the only time I’ve personally heard a voice that could match Seth’s voice at its best. Both voices could make my ears ring, conjuring up deep-seated wordless emotions that usually lay unsuspected within the psyche. [...]

[...] Yes, it was Jane Zeh, expressing surprise in a clear musical voice at such a “chance” meeting as she came even with the car. [...]

[...] Did Doctor Sam ever hear Seth’s booming voice in the summertime, when windows were open, or the uproarious racket made by the members of Jane’s ESP class on Tuesday nights? [...]

[...] The sounds of our voices were crowded; the space we stood in seemed to be so confining, with the doors at each end, that I marveled that my dear wife and I had lived in the house for all that time. [...]