“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Actually, the beasts and birds and fishes pictured in the book all seemed to be regressive, rather than to show what true progress in evolution might be like. [...]

[...] You traveled to a nearby lake and became a fish. [...]

[...] I fished the envelope out and handed it to her. [...]

[...] I bid you a fond good evening, and we have opened up a fine kettle of metaphysical fish.

[...] But as a fish swims through water, the fish is not water, and I am not Ruburt’s subconscious.

[...] Sometimes strange fish pop up in those waters!

[...] You can fish for it from the alpha state if you prefer.

[...] Personalities are as diverse and unique as flowers or fish. [...]

Even so poor a small fish as I, am not bound by your time, and can be quite aware of what would seem to be future branches and developments that will intimately concern my own identity.

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.

[...] I saw no people or fish—just the ship, the ocean, and its floor, which was free of obstacles to the ship’s easy passage. [...]

[...] These plus fish oils are beneficial however, but not when taken with acid foods. [...]

[...] When you are learning to walk or swim you do not stop to think, “How am I doing this, will I meet a mean old fish or not, will I pull?” and you do not imagine the dire consequences that may, therefore, attend you and do not do so now. [...]

Give us a moment … Historically, of course, you follow a one-line pattern of thought, so you see a picture in which fish left the oceans and became reptiles; from these mammals eventually appeared, and apes and men. [...]

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. [...]

[...] Jane said this reminded her of a fish; she had the hilarious image of Margaret’s gulping mouth sending her calls out in physical ripples through the air, to envelop Susy and draw her home.

A man, for example, at various stages of his life may always be surrounded by books or fishing tackle, or a city or a countryside. [...]

[...] 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. [...]

[...] Fish, chicken, with some veal. [...]

[...] The consciousness of being human in your terms was fully developed in the caveman, but—and I cannot emphasize this enough—the human conception was alive in the fish.