“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

with a worried air,

[...] Again, this idea is the result of your own habit of perception, for chemicals and air and nutrients that you consider not your self, enter the self constantly from the physical environment; and that which you consider yourself, leaves through the pores of the body.

[...] (Gesture—with her forefinger Jane made angular shapes in the air, her eyes closed.)

[...] Now, in the case of your experience last evening, the image itself by its appearance activates the air in the atmosphere. [...]

[...] It was summer; hardly anyone knew of the sessions yet, and Seth’s full voice, rising out on the nighttime air, would have raised questions we weren’t ready to answer. [...]

[...] Such information is as natural to man as air, and as available to those who honestly seek it by looking to the source within.

[...] And I seemed to change position in the air or in space, though I knew I was here, in this room. [...]

I walk down a street of a town not unlike Elmira and go into a small open-air restaurant which seems to have been made from one of those hexagonal pavillions. [...]

[...] Not only for example by the weight of a boy upon its branches, but by the vibrations in the air as adults pass, which hit the tree’s trunk at varying distances, and even by such things as voices. [...]

[...] They were out in the air where I could at least deal with them. [...]

[...] During her first weeks home, I seldom slept more than two hours at a time: It seemed that I was always getting up to check the dressings on her decubiti, to adjust her pillows, to help make her more comfortable on the motor-driven, pulsating air mattress we’d finally settled upon as the best recommended support available. [...]

[...] It is the atmosphere through which I can come to you, as the air is the atmosphere through which a bird flies.”

They can be “con men,” selling products supposed to have miraculous values, blinding the local populace with their city airs. [...]

Of air to the swallow.

[...] Now I will tell you, Joseph, go out into the air and buy your earthly refreshments and return and perhaps I shall join you for a few social moments.

[...] It clears the air.

The vine of experience in this analogy is formed in quite a natural fashion from “psychic” elements that are as necessary to psychological experience as sun, air, and water are to plants. [...]

[...] Around 4:30 A.M. I woke to the sound of a heavy wind and the feel of much colder air creeping in around my body. [...]

[...] Then the hostages’ plane was in the air, flying toward Algiers, in North Africa.

[...] Once I think the title of a children’s tale appeared in the air in large block letters, the idea also being that outside of the known order provided by these stories, there were raging forces working against man’s existence. [...]

[...] I too am a World War II veteran; after three years of service in the Air Force Transport Command I was discharged in 1942. [...]

[...] It had made no sound except for the rush of air through its wings. [...]