“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Both feet thus felt suspended in air. [...]

(Eyes closed, Jane drew in the air a sign like this:)

[...] As Seth, she stared at me with quite an amused air, waiting until I was ready to take notes.)

[...] It was a warm if snowy night, and we had a kitchen window open for fresh air; all through her delivery I’d been aware of the traffic ceaselessly negotiating the intersection just west of “our” apartment house, of course, and had asked her to repeat a number of words. [...]

Furthermore, the natural elements of sun, air, and earth are refused him. [...]

(Here Jane began to describe the shape of the clock in the air with her hands, as she spoke with her eyes closed. [...]

(Resume:) X Y I’m not sure, either to the 2nd or 9th power, that goes next to Y over a line; pi, and (pause) one of those marks between, an equal mark I think (Jane was now trying to draw marks in the air), C C something that looks like an H over a line, 4. This is a multidimensional game. [...]

[...] They will sweep out as easily and as clearly as air... [...]

(Last Tuesday afternoon, in our living room, Jane and I participated in a filmed television interview that is to be aired by a New York City station. [...]

[...] And to that self, physical reality is like a breath of smoke in the air and that self does not need the characteristics that you know and find so endearing. [...]

[...] A strange man [or is it a conscious projection of one of us?] forms a tiny Colonial-type house in the air, and it enlarges until it’s regular size. [...]

[...] As I lay beside her in a most pleasant daze, I heard quite clearly in the cool night air the honking of geese as they flew south. [...]

[...] Our citizens began a large-scale evacuation of Iran by air, as did those of several other Western countries. [...]

[...] When I finished them, then, it was nighttime again, September 23, 1982, late, and once again I stepped off the back porch of the hill house for some fresh air. [...]

[...] From high up in the air I found myself looking down upon a white snow-covered landscape with white mountains and flat white expanses, and a vivid blue sky. [...]

You can indeed misinterpret it at times, but you cannot divest yourself entirely of personality any more than you can entirely drain a room of air.

Numb to the body’s desires for exercise, motion, air. [...]

Tell him that good health is as accessible to him as air. [...]

[...] She inhaled repeatedly now, as though taking in extra air. [...]

[...] As a seed can fly through the air, so individual consciousness can travel through these systems, but it must be protected. [...]

[...] Then I see him quite clearly in miniature, jumping and rolling high in the air, throwing his arms out....