“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

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

Your cat and the birds on your rooftop all do their part. [...]

Frank can say to Ruburt (Frank called Jane a “tough little bird”—which she liked), “Truly, your legs can straighten. [...]

[...] I felt better: Squirrels at least would have a chance to get out—but fledgling birds? [...]

All manner of insects, birds and beasts cooperate in this venture, producing the natural environment. [...]

“Anyhow, each morning when I scatter birdfeed in the driveway of the hill house, the cardinals and the mourning doves, the chickadees and the blue jays and the other birds are waiting in the nearby Russian elms, the oak tree, or lined up on the telephone wires. [...] If Jane and I and our house evaporated between one day and the next, and our lot was magically transformed into its native habitat, the birds would simply switch to ‘natural’ seeds instead of consuming the sunflower seeds, millet and other grain products that our marketplace so conveniently packages for them.

[...] Scientists like to say that animals operate through simple instinctive behavior, without will or volition: It is no accomplishment for a spider to make its web, a beaver its dam, a bird its nest, because according to such reasoning, such creatures cannot perform otherwise. [...]

[...] You will be killing two birds with one stone.

[...] I wrote these notes on the morning of January 8; they came to mind while I was working on an ink drawing of a complicated tree bearing within it two birds’ nests. [...]

It is therefore theoretically possible for you to see the world through a frog’s eye, or a bird’s or an ant’s. We are speaking here of physical senses. [...]

[...] I will also tell you, Joseph, that with my voice I am like a bird trying out its new wings. [...]

How many reptiles tried for wings, for example, and failed, or could not fly—or how many millions of reptiles did it take, and how many trials, before the first triumphant bird flew above the landscape? [...]

[...] It is quite correct to say that your body is composed of everything you have consumed, also—each bird, animal, and plant—that those qualities form your flesh, ever change their form.

[...] Objects — birds, for example — might flash by you, and you might wonder at their motion, significance, and origin. [...]

[...] I will fly away without flapping my wings, for I am a wise old bird.

You have bird eyes. [...]

[...] My voice is turned up to show you once again that vitality and your search is not sorrowful and is not for repentance, but is a joyful—and ambitious—and lively thing—and that the energy within you flies through your own being as the birds fly though the sky. [...]

[...] I thought of racial memory and our ancient heritage of gods that were half man and half beast, bird or reptile. [...]

[...] Many of the birds have returned. [...]

Now when I said in the last class session that I preferred, if you must project your thoughts and images upon me that, instead of thinking of me as a wise old man, you thought of me as a lark in the morning, I meant because I am such an old bird. [...]