“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

where the air is

mountain air

The air has memories

air in the Arctic

[...] They form—and their nature is behind—what is commonly known as air, and they use this to move through. The air, in other words, can be said to be formed by animations of these units.

I will try to clear this later, but the air is the result of these units’ existence, formed by the interrelationship of the units in their positions and relative distance one from the other, and by what you could call the relative velocity of their motion. Air is what happens when these units are in motion, and it is in terms of weather that their electromagnetic effects appear most clearly to scientists, for example.

[...] As the units change, they alter the air about them which is the result of their own activity.

[...] For one thing, the air inside the room was normal. For another, I felt as if I was observing a legitimate glimpse of air from the framework of a different kind of perception. Was this in some way air slowed down? [...] Was this what air was really like and was it perceived this way by certain kinds of consciousness or at particular stages of molecular activity? [...]

[...] From everything I saw, I judged that they would glide to earth or drop slowly through that textured air. [...] The sky and air moved constantly, perhaps like very heavy jellied water, with the trees stuck in like huge seaweed. I felt as if I could almost walk on the air, but from the motion of my hand through it, I knew it was not normally heavy enough to support me.

[...] It was another dark day, and the air was full of moisture. [...] I was standing before the open window, looking out at the pear tree, but it was the air itself that captured my attention. [...]

[...] The tree, I saw, was not only held up and supported by its roots deep in the earth, but by the air itself. [...] The air itself helped hold them!

[...] If you will forgive me, my dear Joseph, you are full of air. I won’t say hot air. [...] You do not see the air of which you are composed when you look into a mirror. [...]

You cannot see a handful of air though your hands may be full of it. [...] You do not know how air tastes unless you really think hard about it. [...]

Using air again as a simple analogy to our fuel for the inner senses, which is converted by the various countries or planes for their own purposes and therefore camouflaged, air in its pure state is not observed easily. [...]

I have added here the addition of water to air, yet they are composed of the same elements. [...] Air and water have many forms even on your plane. [...]

The entire Air Force affair thus far has been beneficial, in that Ruburt sees that his abilities can have great application in physical terms. [...]

[...] In the Air Force situation, for example, he did not say “I cannot possibly deny physical laws, or know what is going on in another place, or even at another time.” [...]

[...] Ruburt in most other areas has discarded that concept, however, and in so doing has enlarged the experiences of his consciousness, and confounded those who accept such principles unthinkingly, as the Air Force personnel.

The same unconventional defiance of official beliefs shown in the Air Force affair can indeed be translated into other terms. [...]

The air there is dryer in a certain way. Now ocean air is wet but it is healthy. River air is wet, but it may be healthy or unhealthy, according to the nature of the river, the land, and the attitude of the people. After the flood [in your area], the river air is felt to be a threat, and to many it is therefore unhealthy. [...]

[...] The house and the grounds will allow you to pick up on old feelings that he had discarded, renewing to some extent a “fresh air” image that he once found natural.

I mentioned that the air was cleaner on the hill. [...]

[...] More leg motions up in the air. [...] When my eyes are closed it feels like that left knee is way up in the air, and I can feel the impetus in the right leg to move. [...]

[...] After LuAnn gave Jane eye drops my wife’s feet both began going, left one up in the air. [...]

[...] Another bout of strong motion—head and torso sideways, left foot up in the air—crying out to me. [...]

[...] There is here also what I may call a sort of air panic, an insatiable taking in of air that the nervous puffing of a cigarette sometimes satisfies, even a basis in claustrophobia where the personality feels it is not getting enough air or is closed in.

As your sinuses begin to clear up you will not experience the nervous ability to gulp air or to smoke, at least to such a degree. You want to take smoke and air into your lungs. You want to fill them because at one time you could not, and the sinus trouble is directly related to this nervous gulping of air. [...]

As I said it also has to do with a panicky gobbling up of air as if he could never get enough. As a child at one time he died from suffocation, and this also has its bearings here in the present, the panicky gulping of air being a mechanism of subconscious memory. [...]

The panic itself will not be as severe as Ruburt faces it and realizes the connection with a gulping of air. [...]

[...] Frank Longwell just went out back again, to finish working; the huge yellow back-hoe moves outside the kitchen window; the air suddenly turns dark; the sun disappears; an odd cast of light covers everything; stormy, evocative. A mourning dove makes its lonely lovely sound; Frank comes in to make a phone call—ordering concrete for later today; Rob is typing in another room, the FM radio station is playing a symphony; outside my side window the green leaves shimmer in the air; and again, everything seems synchronized in its own fashion; everything separate yet together. [...]

[...] Ruburt may find himself furnishing the place more formally than another, yet the open quality of the air is the kind of air that you do not hide in.

[...] The air itself is clearer and cleaner.

You think the green house by the river was too much a box—but it was its open air of hospitality that bothered you—the wide windows open to the street. [...]

[...] There is privacy, but it is tempered by the open air of the hill, yet still the distance is maintained that is necessary for each of you. [...]

Magic is public
as the air,
so obvious
and clear that it appears
invisible.
And we look through it
at the world,
which rises up about us
everywhere.

Juggling a
million million
atoms
all at once,
spinning them into
twirling cells of men
and whales,
tricky,
spinning solid mountains
from thin air,
with fish transformed
into flying birds —

[...]

[...] They form, their nature is behind, what is commonly known as air, and they use this to move through. The air in other words (pause) can be said to be formed by the animations of these units.

I will try to clear this later, but the air is the result of these units’ existence, formed by the interrelationship of the units in their positions and relative distance one from the other, and in what you could call the relative velocity of their motion. Air is what happens when these units are in motion (pause), and it is in terms of weather that their electromagnetic effects appear most clearly to scientists, for example.

[...] As the units change they alter the air about them, which is the result of their own activity. [...]

(“I feel that a whole mass of people would visualize a pyramid in their imagination,” Jane said, “then through their chanting, the use of certain vowels and pitches, they actually changed the air where that building was going to be. They made a boundary in the air,” she said, making angular gestures, “a cohesiveness, for this imaginary structure. [...]

[...] “Something about how they prepared the air first, for the construction of the pyramid. [...]

[...] The objects were levitated —raised up in the air, no matter how heavy. [...]

[...] Like the musical scale, she felt that the sounds used in building the pyramids “made steps in the air that you couldn’t see. [...]

We have, I believe, used the analogy of air, comparing it to the vitality of the universe in one of our previous sessions. As air is dispelled from the lungs in various forms and used and reused without any loss of power, strength or quantity, so is the vitality of which we speak used in different manners. [...] And as air seems invisible so does this vitality seem invisible, and yet like air this vitality gives shape to every object that you see, and so does it form every camouflage. [...] And so the ability to use this vitality well is as necessary to life as is the necessity to use air for breathing.

[...] No one, I am sure, denies the existence of air because ordinarily you do not see it. No one denies the existence of air because they do not understand the method by which their own lungs breathe. [...] To deny the existence of air would seem ridiculous. [...]

[...] As I mentioned earlier the process of breathing seems automatic, and yet some part of you is aware of the most minute portions of air that inflate the lungs.

way out in the air

[...] This Wednesday evening the table performed as follows: Irish jigs upon request, vaulting up into the air while in Carl’s grip, chasing around our backs as Carl held it while we tried to keep up with it, skittering across the rug, knocking back and forth, and building up a very strong pressure indeed, when we tried to force the leg up in the air back down to the floor, or rug.

[...] One other distinctive movement involved a seeming vault into the air while Carl held the table at arms length. [...]

(Nor of course does the question involving the downward thrust explain other peculiar table motions, such as pirouetting, vaulting into the air, dancing, etc, since with these motions no great hand pressure is maintained. [...]

(This evening the table did not vault into the air as it had Wednesday, but was nevertheless very active. [...]

promises in the air

[...] ) You wear a cloak (gesturing ) to protect yourself while flying in the cold night air.

(Note: earlier that week, I had a dream in which I had crawled through the air, wearing a light, felt-like beige cloth over my shoulders. [...]

Air Force before it was the Air Force.

[...] (Yes, Martha's husband was in the service.) Air Force before it was the Air Force. [...]