“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It is as if you were standing on a hilltop, surrounded by clear brilliant air. [...]

[...] The air that brushes past your cheek is alive. [...] To listen to all the tales that your selves tell you, to the secrets that fly through the air, and that is what I have been telling you all this time. [...]

[...] This time, also, she could reach up in the air higher, especially with her left hand, than she’d been able to do yesterday. [...]

[...] The air conditioner has been off. [...]

[...] I will shortly give you a very, very brief collection of suggestions that you can read following each reading session of your own, to clear the air. [...]

This communication on your part will help clear the air to some extent. [...]

You ignore certain temperature variations and stirrings of air as imagination, that are instead indicative of such thought-forms. [...]

[...] He takes it for granted as he does the air that he breathes. He can appreciate his health as he can appreciate the air, without feeling that either is going to be taken from him. [...]

[...] At the moment I panicked, I was suddenly pulled backward through the air faster than I’d come, if that was possible. [...]

[...] He fell asleep and “awakened” to find himself hovering about three feet out in the air outside his studio window, between the house and the large pear tree that shades the room. [...]

[...] As soon as I thought of this, I sped up through the air to the top, then backward to where I had been standing. [...]

[...] This time her eyes opened quickly; looking up, she felt in the air above her head; so real was the pyramid sensation, she said, that she sought to physically touch it. [...]

Suddenly, without transition, I found myself descending through the air to land on a long narrow porch that was surrounded by a low railing. [...]

[...] Then I found myself hovering in the air above the same motel.

[...] I am not satisfied with the leap, so move “backward through the air” to my original spot, and do the whole thing over. [...]

[...] The man, in a green uniform, sailed down a trail and into the air. [...]

[...] The air conditioner had been on since before the session, yet Jane felt warm at break. [...]

[...] Resume at 11:08, with the air conditioner still on.)

[...] The feelings should be aired, however — and then not concentrated upon.

[...] In the meantime I floated in the air, quite high, looking down on the location Seth was describing. [...]

Now in here, I was changing my position in the air. [...]

[...] With a comic shrug he left the amount up in the air. [...]

[...] I entered this part of the dream as I left the stairway to move out on the corner for a breath of fresh air. [...]

[...] Caught by surprise with my arms up in the air, I quickly lowered my left arm somewhat, holding it stiff, and waved at Father with my hand revolving at the wrist. [...]

(Some kind of steady noise pervaded the air. [...]

[...] On inspiration, she simultaneously stroked the air beside Willy with her other hand — and found that sensation to be almost as rich.

[...] Jane said this reminded her of a fish; she had the hilarious image of Margaret’s gulping mouth sending her calls out in physical ripples through the air, to envelop Susy and draw her home.

[...] Left foot up in the air. [...]

[...] Jane was better today, and 330 wasn’t bad at all, with the air conditioner going, the fan on, and the windows wide open. [...]

“Mary shows us the large sketch papers in an open-air restaurant — a setting where physical needs are satisfied in public. The open air specifies this public aspect, meaning that Mary’s ideas are connected with social values wanting her needs satisfied in a socially acceptable public fashion. [...]

[...] In vivid color: I dreamed that Jane and I were eating at a little table in an open-air restaurant or cafe-type setting. [...]