“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Her voice was average, her pace rather slow in the beginning.)

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

(Her voice was a bit stronger when she resumed, again with her eyes closed, at 9:32.)

[...] Her eyes remained closed, her pace fast, her voice good. [...]

[...] Her voice was quiet, her pace quite slow in the beginning.)

[...] Her eyes had remained closed, and her voice quiet; her pace had picked up considerably as she spoke along.

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

[...] She resumed in a very quiet voice at 9:51.)

The voice episode Seth mentioned in our last session was very brief, not too vivid, but definite. During my nap a few days ago, as I wakened, a voice in my head was saying.... [...]

[...] However, be not confused, for my own energy (loud voice) is far superior to his (louder), and though I dare not speak he listens at this hour. Nevertheless I leave you knowing that my energy is not of this time nor of this place (voice quieting); and you also have energy that you are not using, and abilities that you do not fulfill. [...]

[...] Briefly her voice attained a fairly strong volume. Her delivery had been very active all evening, the voice loud at times, eyes open often—she had used, undoubtedly, great amounts of energy.)

[...] We are having some difficulties with our friend’s voice and as you see he has worn a skirt rather than slacks which somehow hamper activities. [...]

[...] Therefore, when you are tempted to think of it as an end of all, then remember that you know a rather lively spirit and when you hear my voice speaking through Ruburt this evening then remember how hoarse it was before I began to speak, and know indeed that were I not such a gentleman, I could add considerably to its volume. [...]

[...] Now, it will not particularly serve any great or awesome purpose for me to thus appear in this guise nor to raise my voice in a way quite impossible for this rather puny young woman, and yet because the circumstances are so auspicious I am so tempted. [...]

[...] When circumstances are at their best then he allows me to come through clearly, but he is concerned over issues that are only of surface importance as far as the volume of the voice is concerned, and he is only now learning control. [...]

(Jane’s voice abruptly grew much louder with the last sentence — an effect Sue and I have witnessed often. [...] On some occasions her voice has been so loud that my ears rang. I’ve heard Jane keep up very strong voice effects, with such ringing peaks, for an incredible several hours, and without any signs of strain afterward.)

(Seth actually made an elaborately humorous request for the dash in the last sentence: Jane, her eyes very dark, leaned far forward over our coffee table and spoke to me in a soft voice.)

In such a state he literally uses incredible power, in terms of energy, now; and the volume of the voice in many cases is an attempt to help him use some of this, and discharge it, while he learns how to use it, and until he is taught other purposes to which it can be put. [...]

[...] Jane’s eyes were open now, her pace faster, her voice somewhat louder.)

[...] Now by this analogy, you see, the soft voice is the holy voice and the loud voice is the wicked voice and the firm step is the bad voice and the soft step is the good voice and a strong desire is the bad desire and a weak one the good one so that you become afraid of projecting ideas outward or desires outward, for in the back of your mind you think that what is powerful is evil and what is weak is good and must be protected and coddled and prayed for and begged for. [...]

[...] And (very loud voice) I will not tell you this is creative violence. Now, the very sound of my voice, as our dear friend knows, assaults the silence of the room and yet it is creative. [...]

I (very loud voice) was not weary  but I was giving in to your all too human flesh. [...]

(Jane began dictating in a normal voice and at a normal rate, but her speed of delivery soon began to slow down, as will be noted, until it became almost painfully slow. [...] Her voice did not change character through the session to speak of, nor did either of us display any hand phenomena.)

[...] She resumed in the same manner; indeed her delivery became even slower and more careful and deliberate, so that at times she would pace from one end of our living room, where we hold the sessions, to the other end before voicing the next word. [...]

[...] She spoke with much emphasis; so much so that I thought her voice already was showing signs of strain.)

[...] I thought that already she showed signs of weariness, especially in her voice. [...]

[...] Her eyes were closed, her voice somewhat deeper than usual, although not loud; and her pace was rather slow in the beginning.)

[...] Her voice had been somewhat deeper than usual, her pace quite even after a slow start. [...]

(Jane’s pace was again slow, her eyes closed and her voice quiet, when she resumed at 9:36.)

[...] Her eyes had remained closed, her pace good, her voice about average.

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

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

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

(Still sitting upright on the bed, Jane resumed with her eyes closed, in a quiet voice and with pauses, at 9:47.)

(Through this session her voice had been normal. However when she resumed dictation her voice abruptly changed pitch, rising several notes up the scale. It was not a falsetto voice yet was close to it, and was the first use of this kind of voice. [...]

[...] And he looked down, could not see his body, could not hear his voice, and therefore deduced that he had no body and no voice, even though he knew he had both a body and a voice before he entered that room. [...]

[...] She laid the board aside and began to dictate in a normal voice, pacing as usual.)

(Jane’s voice was still normal and her eyes had their usual darker look. [...]

[...] Her voice was average. [...]

[...] Her eyes had remained closed, her pace had been good, her voice average. [...]

[...] Her eyes remained closed, her voice average, her pace quite fast. [...]

[...] Her voice was quiet and remained so. [...]

[...] And let it above all, also arouse questions as it has with you (Arnold) and with you (Tom D.) but realize again that this vitality that rings through this voice rings through your own identity and yours. That the power beneath the voice is but a shadow of the vitality that is within each of you. [...]

[...] Her voice was rather quiet, although easily heard above the traffic noise. [...]

[...] Her voice was rather dry and hoarse at times but was not strained, and became no worse during the session. [...]

[...] But she resumed with her eyes closed, in the same quiet dry voice, at 9:27.)

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

[...] Her voice was average in strength, her pace rather fast although interspersed with pauses.)

[...] Her eyes remained closed, her voice even and rather fast, even with some pauses. [...]

(Jane again sat leaning forward when she resumed speaking, in the same even voice, and with her eyes closed, at 9:30.)

[...] Her voice had been average.

To voice any dissatisfaction to you verbally was highly difficult, for you could then take away your love and affection, as his mother did, for she would not stand, in Ruburt’s eyes, for such voiced aggression. [...]

[...] In the psychic realm therefore he dared not voice any feelings that you did not voice. [...]

[...] The child feared punishment there by giving voice to any complaint. [...]

[...] He was operating to a large degree according to the code long set down by his grandfather: be quiet, do not argue, be aloof, and above all never raise your voice.

[...] On the other hand, in such cases remember that often a doctor’s or a nurse’s negative suggestions or fears, voiced, simply give voice to the individual’s own fears. [...]

[...] Her voice was fairly steady, her eyes dark, and she took many pauses. [...]

[...] She’d marched along pretty well in the session, with her voice being much stronger than in previous ones. [...]

[...] Use my voice again, simply to give you something to hang on to, and translate the tones into the acceleration of your own consciousness, and translate the energy so you can use it to form your own path. [...] Let the energy, therefore, of my voice serve as steps or pathways, whatever you desire, to lead you wherever your inner self desires to go. [...]

(Very loud.) I want you to climb the vowels and syllables of this voice as if they were indeed a ladder, and let them carry you into dimensions that are native to you, dimensions that are yours by right, that are your heritage; (really booming) dimensions of awareness that you carry within you both day and night, beneath the level of your ordinary days. [...]

[...] Her voice was normal, her delivery rather rapid but with pauses. [...]

[...] Her voice did not lose volume. [...]

[...] She heard her voice however, and my answers. [...]

[...] This time she was not aware of anything except her voice. [...]

[...] She did not get up, or remove her glasses, but began to speak in a normal voice with her eyes closed and her head down somewhat. [...]

[...] Her pauses were not overly long, and she knew what she was saying as she gave voice to it, but then forgot it.

[...] She vaguely recalled hearing her voice. [...]

[...] Jane’s voice was quite strong, indeed loud, when she began dictating again. [...]