“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Bill Gallagher took us on a ride in the hopes the cold night air would help Jane snap out of it; so at 1:00 in the morning we were bouncing through Elmira, Elmira Heights, and Horseheads. [...]

[...] It was a very cold night, and Jane was intrigued by the patterns that lingering clouds of automobile exhausts left hanging in the air. [...]

His bursts of nervous energy usually begin in January and are somewhat the result of chemicals that appear in the air at that time. [...]

[...] The men aboard the train in the dream were Air Corps men I knew in waking life, and they were sent there [within the month].”

There has been a seasonal excitement in the air that will soon now diminish to a more normal tone. [...]

Now, when it seems to you that you are powerless, it is because you are denying the authority that lies within yourself, closing our mind to the answers that are as free as air. [...]

[...] And, yet, in one manner of speaking, the very air about you sings with its own joyful consciousness and does not know the same kind of burden of consciousness that often oppresses you. [...]

[...] Believe it or not, I actually look forward to your spring and summer, and while traffic may bother you in the summer, I will find the air from the open windows most enjoyable.

A tree knows a human being also … by the weight of a boy upon its branches … by the vibrations in the air as adults pass, which hit the tree’s trunk at varying distances, and even by voices. [...]

Since very often the vitality or stuff of the universe seems as innocuous as air … then look for what you do not see. [...]

(Jane had been housecleaning, and to air the place out all the windows were open, still, at session time. [...]

All of this material applies to your lives in general and to Ruburt’s physical condition, because you must be clear in your minds as to your own status in that regard, and much of this material will clear the air and dissolve lingering doubts; doubts that cause both of you — but Ruburt in particular — to hold on to the rational approach in a misguided effort to maintain what he thinks of as a balanced viewpoint and open mind. [...]

[...] In other words, I floated in the air, bed and all, quite pleasantly. [...]

[...] I was glad to get back out in the spring night air. [...]

[...] They will clear the air.

In other terms, you will leave this system for others, but there will be a portion of you yet, no matter how many eons pass, that remembers a spring evening and a smell of autumn air; and those things will always be with you when you want them. [...]

[...] The outer ego as a rule is not aware of what you may think of for now as the thoughts or communications of the inner ego; but the inner ego knows every step you take, every particle of air you breathe, every dream you have; and it is the source of your own personality and is the representative of the entity of which it is part.

[...] In the reality I know, I served in the ATC — the Air Transport Command — as an aircraft instrument specialist and mechanic, with the rank of staff sergeant. [...]

[...] When I was drafted during the second World War I was given aptitude tests; to my surprise I did well on mechanical subjects, and ended up as an airplane mechanic and instrument specialist in the Air Transport Command.)

[...] Yet I like lines like: “Let the dirge be heard, sweeping all things before it,” and: “I’ve developed a sense of death, when someone takes a few steps off the known path almost unknowing,” and: “I breathed in the public air and it became private.” [...]