“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] This clouds the image of his arms in their normal healthy position. [...]

and clouds blowing,

In its way the nighttime visitation was even more mysterious, for that time I looked up at a starlit but moonless sky that didn’t have a cloud in sight — and heard this multitudinous sound moving across it. [...]

[...] (Pause, head down, hair disheveled.) Now as the clouds’ construction constantly changes—tonight you watched them (and sketched them after supper) so the forms of objects constantly change. [...]

[...] A giant Seckel pear tree grows almost close enough to touch, and through its branches I saw the uneven V-formation, flying north just below the cloud cover and sounding off all the way….

[...] Jung, with his eyes clouded by the turmoil set up by Freud, glimpsed some further regions, but poorly.

[...] Your thoughts are as real as snowflakes or raindrops or clouds. [...]

As a rule they are not solid in the same way that clouds are not solid, and yet they have shape, and to a certain extent boundaries, and of course movement. [...]

[...] (In those terms, the one exception is the hydrogen atom, which evidently consists of but one proton and one electron cloud, or “smear.”) For the simple purposes of this note, then, I’m leaving out considerations involving quantum mechanics, which concept repudiates the idea of “particles” to begin with. [...]

[...] The geese came in low over the river half a block away, flying beneath the clouds and in the rain — a great wide “V” of them, heading north.

[...] Often false beliefs will prevent it from making these, for the egotistically held ideas will cloud its clear vision.

They seeded the clouds therefore through unconscious intent, and through the spontaneous release of emotional states operating biologically, so that excess hormonal and chemical reactions directly affected the atmosphere.

[...] To whatever degree, the condemning, critical material too often becomes self-prophesying — for those who put merit on it (loudly) allow it to cloud their reactions.

[...] You cannot see your thoughts, so you do not realize that they have shape and form, even as, say, clouds do. [...]

(Bill Macdonnel explained that the superimposed eyes he saw upon Jane’s closed lids had no pupils, but resembled instead eyes clouded by cataracts. [...]

Then tonight she began writing “a fun thing” about our cats, Billy and Mitzi, who are brother and sister just 10 months old now: “In the beginning, Billy and Mitzi weren’t even kittens yet, but only bits of sky and cloud that wanted to be pussycats. [...]

[...] These senses are not magical, they certainly are not religious in any sense of the word, and I am not some degenerating secondary personality of Ruburt’s. Nor will I be compared with some long-bearded, beady-eyed spirit sitting on cloud nine.

[...] And those from whom you originated watched and when great clouds scurried across your primitive skies in those days those who had originated you came down and you saw them and wondered. [...]

[...] It was a very cold night, and Jane was intrigued by the patterns that lingering clouds of automobile exhausts left hanging in the air. [...]

[...] The scene on the front of the postcard consists almost entirely of oval components in the abstract: The sea spray, the clouds, even the rocks in the foreground. [...]