“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She started lifting her left leg and foot up in the air, off the mattress and pillow. [...]

[...] More left leg up-in-the-air movements, then right foot, then head. [...]

[...] Only in one small episode, mentioned earlier, when I felt bodiless and formless, like conscious air, have I ever approached using it.

[...] All windows in the house should be, as Ruburt suggested, opened; let the hilltop air blow through. [...]

[...] The cellarway must be aired very thoroughly. [...]

[...] The hilltop air will add three years to your life. [...]

[...] Left foot up in the air and flexing well at the ankle. [...]

[...] It feels like it could fly right up in the air.” [...]

[...] You are made of the same elements, you breathe the same air. You cannot hold the air that you take within you and then say, “This is myself, filled with this air. [...]

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

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

[...] The very air is inspiring, so that you will paint more there even if your work area is not immediately as good. [...]

[...] She’d kept it in the air for at least three minutes. [...] It went back up in the air a good amount. [...]

[...] Such a policy would allow you an automatic way of making such decisions, would clear the air, and give you each a far more exuberant flow of energy.

[...] The air will be cleared. [...]

[...] She had her left leg up in the air, head going up and down. [...]

[...] I put my hands on her left ankle and could feel the action of the bones and muscles and tendons therein as she rotated it, up in the air, with a good amount of freedom.

[...] You should therefore understand the very air and breath is in a state of becoming. The air that carries the voice and moves the lungs is itself a method of communication and itself becoming aware. [...]

Now: Ruburt feels a strangeness in the air this evening. [...]

[...] So those kinds of changes are in the air, so that many of the connections you have made in many areas will click together in another fashion, more beneficially, and more purposefully.

You are filled with questions about when and where the various species appeared, and how the rocks were formed, when some reptiles grew wings, when some fish emerged from the oceans and learned to breathe air, and you are bound to wonder what happened in the times in between.

[...] (More intently now:) Or how many fish flopped backward to the water, finding themselves in such an in-between stage that they could no longer live in the water nor breathe the air?

So in those terms, how many water dwellers died before the first mammal stood securely with fully completed lungs, breathing earth’s early air?

[...] My arms and shoulders felt like water or air. [...]

[...] He had me stand with my head out of the kitchen window in the cold night air, but nothing seemed to help. [...]

[...] To me they were as light as air. [...]

[...] But time is as transparent as the air in this room and your 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 o’clock flies through the air like birds. [...]

[...] The door closed, the additional blankets, the relative lack of fresh air, the disinclination to get up when it is chilly, to record dreams, say, or go to the bathroom or whatever.

(“There are contradictions there, though: if he wants fresh air, it’s bound to be cold because it’s winter, etc.”)

As one of you mentioned earlier the windows should be thrown open and the rooms thoroughly aired. [...]

It would be of help along these lines for Ruburt to scrub his rug, as for him rugs have a certain significance in this respect, and particularly air the bedding. [...]

If possible next weekend, air your clothing upon the line. [...]

[...] And my essence, like air, fills the room as your essence, like air, fills the room. [...]

[...] As an example only, I will give you two reasons for my suggestion that the windows be thrown open and the apartment aired.

[...] This also has a therapeutic symbolism for him in connection with his grandfather, that is the feeling that cleansing nature rids the air of impurities. [...]

[...] She then seemed to project—she felt that she was hovering in the air over the Glen campground, which we know so well, and that she was looking down at the darkening green trees as they would appear at the present time—at about dusk.

[...] The air cooler was on, and the entity’s first words were hard to hear—I had to lean close. [...]

[...] Love of All That Is requires simply that you become open as air, for when you are open as air then the joy of All That Is flows through you indiscriminately, and there is nothing to repent. [...]