“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It is as much the birds that rest upon its branches as it is the seed that gave it birth. [...]

She began to refer to the eccentricities of consciousness in October 1974, following her first conscious experience with her “psychic library,” and a subsequent transcendental experience in which she suddenly began to see, with an astonishing clear vision, the great “model” of each portion of the world about her—each person, each building, each blade of grass, each bird, for example; our ordinary world suddenly appeared quite shabby by contrast. [...]

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

In those times men spoke and confided to the spirits of birds, trees, and spiders, knowing that in the interior reality beneath, the nature of these communications was known and understood. [...]

[...] Again if you will consider our maze of wires, I will ask you to imagine them filling up everything that is, with your plane and my plane like two small bird’s nests in the net-like fabric of some gigantic tree.

[...] Those who appreciate the consciousness in every rock, tree, bird... [...]

[...] You will not be destroying the birds or the flowers, or the grain or the animals. [...]

[...] Since man is aware subconsciously of a heritage for which he ever seeks, and yet which for many reasons he cannot grasp while in the physical state, he must know and not know, and there is a strain here that no fish or bird or worm experiences. [...]

She did in fact go to a bookstore, but in so doing she killed two birds with one stone, so to speak, for she found your address in the phone book, but also just happened to run into Miss Dineen—and that was something that only a thorough canvassing of the town might produce.

“There is no such thing as a cat consciousness, basically speaking, or a bird consciousness. [...]

I often consider those insights when observing both the wild and domesticated animal life, as well as the bird life, around the hill house. [...]

From Session 837 for February 28, 1979: “There is no such things as a cat consciousness, basically speaking, or a bird consciousness. [...]

[...] … Again if you will consider our maze of wires, I will ask you to imagine them filling up everything that is, with your plane and my plane like two small bird’s nests in the nestlike fabric of some gigantic tree. [...]

[...] Priestley’s vision of the birds and the life spirit is not too much different from nirvana. [...]

It is true that Priestley speaks in terms of consciousness being retained at this stage, but a consciousness devoid of personality is an odd bird indeed. [...]

(“In St. Thomas on the following Monday, we bought a small sculpture of a bird.”)

[...] A bird, or birds? [...]

[...] My fondest wishes to you all, but you are all indeed like nervous birds perched on a peaked roof, in the midst of a high wind; at least this evening, and if I treat you with less politeness, it is only because I speak with the license of an old and trusted friend.

[...] Is it a bird, is it a plane? [...]

[...] That is, not only would you be able to feel the air though you were not out in it, not only would you pick up the odors, though ordinarily you cannot do this while you look out through closed windows, but you would literally feel the unitary essences of the trees and branches and hidden birds and insects. [...]

[...] A chicken is a fowl bird. [...]

[...] You view the fantastic variety of physical life — its animals, insects, birds, fish, man and all his works — with hardly a qualm; yet you must understand that the nature of consciousness itself is far more varied, and you must learn to think of an inner reality that is as infinite as the exterior one. [...]

[...] I was familiar with inspiration in my own work, but this was as different from ordinary inspiration as a bird is from a worm!