“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I have told our Dean that spontaneity knows its own discipline. Your nervous system knows how to react. It reacts spontaneously when you allow it to do so. And the clouds flow through the thick skull easily. Now when you attempt to hold them back, it is then that they collect—and the electric charges grow—and the storm clouds grow.

You have yet to learn to be free. You are not physical matter; you are not your thoughts; you are not your emotions. You have emotions; you have thoughts; you have a physical body—but you are far more than these. Use the thoughts. Use the emotions. Let them pass through you as the clouds pass through a summer day. But a summer day is composed of far more than the sun and the clouds in the sky.

Now, emotions flow through you like storm clouds—or like blue skies—and you should be open to them and react to them—and let them pass. You are not your emotions. They flow through you. You feel them. And then they disappear. When you attempt to hold them back, you build them up like mountains—and you form tornadoes within yourselves.

[...] If they are unpleasant feelings then be aware of them as you would be aware of black clouds that pass your window. [...] But when you shove one black cloud against another black cloud you can have one hell of a storm so you do not have to retaliate, therefore. [...]

[...] It is as if the sky then decided to reject the black clouds and then, through association, decided to reject the white clouds; and, through association, to reject anything at all that might appear within it. [...]

[...] The sky is sudsy, like soapy clouds, mixing with the water. [...]

In those same terms the clouds could be physically measured, and shown to be so far above you — composed of, say, winds of a certain velocity, ready to pour down a precise amount of rain or whatever. Physically speaking then, obviously, you are separate from the clouds, and so in those terms your momentary experience of uniting with them would seem to be a lie — at least not factual, or “the product of your imagination.”

You might stand alone in your doorway, or in a field — or even on a street, surrounded by many people in a large city — look upward, suddenly struck by the great sweeping clouds above, and feel yourself a part of them. [...]

Your own entire structure of life, therefore, with its acute and precise definitions in the package of reality, is a living life cloud that may or may not be perceived in other realities. That cloud contains within it ever-freshening sources of new creativity. When you dream or sleep or think, you automatically add to other dimensions of a life cloud or dream cloud that emerge from the very actions of your own subjective motions.

Understand, however, that the term “dream cloud” would serve as well. [...] Such life clouds “still” exist—and you had better put the word “still” in quotations. [...]

[...] In the simplest of terms, the life clouds will send forth their contents (pause) where circumstances [...] On the other hand, the life clouds can seed their own worlds completely. [...]

Behind the highest clouds

[...] It dealt with the idea that imperfections in the universe gave birth to life and all we know—that if the “big bang” had expanded perfectly uniformly there would be no life in the universe, merely a perfectly uniform cloud of lifeless hydrogen gas. It took me a while to realize that the author had said nothing at all about the idea of life as we know it being latently present all the while in the primordial cloud before it began to expand. Then I thought that in the perfectly expanding, uniform hydrogen cloud, nothing would be needed, in those terms [the author’s]—not even life itself. [...]

[...] Your skies are filled with breezes, currents, clouds, sunlight, dust particles and so forth. [...] The invisible [vault of] Framework 2 contains endless patterns that change as, say, clouds do — that mix and merge to form your psychological climate. [...]

[...] I know it is difficult to comprehend, but every object that you perceive — grass or rock or stone — even ocean waves or clouds — any physical phenomenon — has its own invisible consciousness, its own intent and emotional coloration. [...]

[...] A transgression already forgiven—a storm already passed—a dark cloud already punctured. [...]

[...] You have only to close your eyes and see—as now, if all of you are quiet you can feel the cosmic breezes blow through your cheeks, and yesterday flies through your skull like clouds disappearing. [...]

[...] It is as if clouds of the worst sort have rolled away. [...]

[...] Think of them, again, now, as being as natural as rain that falls out of the sky when the clouds are full. [...] When you hold a grudge, you are like some angry, little black cloud that says: I will hold onto this moisture, and I will never let it go!” But clouds have better sense, and so easily they empty their contents and the rain refreshes the land. [...] Otherwise, the cloud becomes blacker, and blacker and blacker until the sun cannot be seen, and until the sun, when glimpsed, seems wrong, out of context, and does not appear in such a dark landscape. [...]

The atoms and molecules within a cloud create the cloud; the atoms and molecules within your body create your body. [...]

[...] Therefore, when it began its journey, in your terms, it did not know the ending and the cloud particles did not know that they would become a man or a woman. [...]

[...] If the meltdown takes place, spewing great clouds of radioactive materials into the atmosphere, several hundred thousand people could ultimately become casualties in one form or another.

A friend and I, with some others, staged the ceremony, and from opposite clouds in the sky Allah and I shouted out our claims upon his soul — while he, poor man, cowered on the ground between us. [...]

Finally the opposing clouds in which we appeared came closer. [...]

[...] I will try to put this as simply as possible: There is within his psyche what amounts to a transparent dimensional warp that serves almost like an open window through which other realities can be perceived, a multidimensional opening that has to some extent escaped being clouded over by the shade of physical focus.

lord let me remember how it was
when i nuzzled the air in the morning
and thought i could wiggle a distant leaf
just as i moved my own ears and toes.
i thought that i caused rain to fall
just as the tears from my own eyes
wet my cheeks,
and that my thoughts turned into clouds
that circled the top of my head.

[...] Gradually the sun disappeared behind heavier and heavier clouds, yet the rain seemed most reluctant to show itself. [...]

When dream elements combine to cloud a projection, this is the work of a certain level of consciousness, trying to interpret the strange conditions. [...]

[...] Your skies are filled with breezes, currents, clouds, sunlight, dust particles and so forth. [...] The invisible [vault of] Framework 2 contains endless patterns that change as, say, clouds do — that mix and merge to form your psychological climate. [...]

[...] The sky is very blue with white clouds. [...]