“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] [She also relayed to me Seth’s comments about an article on bird migration that I read to her while we were having lunch, but I lost those too.] Jane called me early for the session—at 8:20, while I was still busy with Mass Events. [...]

Animals also possess independent volition, and while I am emphasizing animals here, the same applies to any creature, large or small: insect, bird, fish, or worm; to plant life; to cells, atoms, or electrons. [...]

[...] So physically, and on his physical attributes alone, a man cannot use his free will to fly like a bird, or to perform physical acts for which the human body is not equipped.

[...] “Maybe you can keep the sawed-off trunks in place to make bird feeders,” she said.

[...] The geese looked very vulnerable against the massive roll of the earth beneath them, but this was an illusion: Like every other entity on earth, each one of those birds knew very well what it was doing. [...]

[...] All of the larger divisions of life—the mammals, fish, birds, and so forth—are an integral part of that living gridwork. [...]

[...] The large classifications of mammals, fish, birds, men, reptiles, plants, and so forth, are [each] an integral part of that larger perceptive pattern—and that pattern (underlined) in those terms had to be complete even in the beginning of your time.

[...] There were always birds, for example, but in the great interplay of “interior” and exterior communication among all portions of this vast living system, there was a creative interplay that allowed for endless variations within that classification, and each other one.

[...] Then while his two helpers stood guard to keep the raccoon in the tree, Floyd lugged a very heavy flat stone up the ladder and planted it across the chimney; he’s going to cement a wire mesh in place as a permanent seal against animals and birds.

[...] He goes out front to feed the birds. [...]

It is like Ruburt keeping the bird alive, you see. (Last summer, Jane found an injured bird, and for several days tried to make it live.) When the personality understands, it can indeed then will itself to leave the body in an aware state, and as it goes bless the body consciousness who has served it so well, release the tiny birdlike awareness within each cell, and go on to its own transition.

As Rob and I looked up hawks and eagles in our bird books I am unable to say for sure what the bird was. [...] Perhaps it was a young eagle, or a large hawk with slightly more brown or golden feathers than our bird books show. [...]

[...] On the map Laurel showed me how the bird had suddenly zoomed into view low over the house from Pinnacle Road, and then flown even lower toward the two women near the back of the second car in the driveway. Laurel exclaimed now about the bird’s enormous wingspan as it had seemed to fly right at her. [...]

[...] Deb and I stood looking at the bird that sat with its profile to us—like a new friend who had flown in! We continued talking and were not looking at the bird when it flew away; we did not see where it disappeared to.

[...] The bird that swooped near us was spectacular. [...] I think he or she was also testing our sensitivity which is why the bird remained in the tree regarding us.”

[...] You may feel rooted like a tree at one moment and in the next experience yourself as a beautiful peacock, in which case you will perceive the tree change into the bird.

At midnight I rush to the river’s edge.
I’d bay at the moon if I could.
And fish and birds and sky and sand
Cascade in a splash in my blood.

My fingers are leaves that rustle and drop.
Birds fly through the eyes of my skull.
Clouds float atop my spinning head
And stars burn the moons of my toes.

[...] Almost all animals, plants, birds, insects, rocks and trees perceive according to intensities. [...]

[...] This applies to both birds and rocks, though there is a large scale of difference between the extremes.

The bird episode, you see, bothered him deeply. He made an effort not to call on you, but emotionally you see he felt that the whole world should stop to help his bird. [...]

[...] One note: The significance of course of the bird who could not fly, and Ruburt’s background, and the subsequent doctoring attempts on his part. [...]

[...] In the ash tree just starting to get leaves beside the windows of 330, I saw a tiny yellow bird flitting about among the branches. [...] I’d seen the same bird, I think, yesterday afternoon also.

[...] That is although in one way the birds that were killed were meeting a natural end, the reason behind this end was wrong in terms of emotional value and he sensed this. It goes without saying that a bird’s death is inevitable, but a cat killing a bird does not have to juggle the same sort of values with which man is concerned.

[...] I’d shoveled half of it off so I could scatter bird feed. [...]

[...] The birds began to sing outside and I stopped, transfixed. The birds were the gods singing! [...]

[...] For that matter, insects, birds, fish, and all kinds of life play. [...]

(Jane ate a better lunch today — that is, not enough to keep a bird alive, but still an improvement over most of the month of July: A little soup, a little egg yolk, coffee, a little custard, chocolate milk, and so forth.

[...] They also have an effect upon projections and dreams, incidentally, and they affect the habits of birds.

[...] Jane has remarked that these remind her of bird feed, which we put out on the roof beside our kitchen windows. Squirrels also use the bird feeder.

[...] A certain number of birds shuttled back and forth within the formation at any one moment, changing their positions for reasons unknown to us, “talking” all the while. [...] Those birds, I thought, knew where they were going — they knew what they were doing, in ways man could barely comprehend. [...]