“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

What is required is more than a shedding of clothes, however. To plunge into this ocean you also leave the physical body at the shore. It will be there when you get back. Your camouflage patterns can be likened to those cast by sun and shadow upon the ever-moving waves. As long as you keep the pattern in mind, you create it, and it is there. If you turn your head away for a moment and then look quickly back you can see only the wave. Your camouflage and your world are created by conscious focusing and unconscious concentration. Only by turning your head aside momentarily can you see what is beneath the seemingly solid pattern. By plunging into our ocean of value climate you can dive beneath your camouflage system and look up to see it, relatively foundationless, floating above you, moved, formed, and directed by the shifting illusions caused by the wind of will, and the force of subconscious concentration and demand.

Concentrating upon your own camouflage universe, you are able to distinguish only the distortive pattern, and from this pattern you deduce your ideas of cause and effect, past, present and future, and ideas of an expanding universe that floats …

As much as possible, playfully (underlined twice) imagine your worries floating away. It might help if you imagine balloons, one labeled insurance, another health, and so forth — then imagine them floating away, or popping open, or whatever. [...]

[...] By being alert and catching such feelings, you can learn to use the floating part of the otherwise-recognizable memory as a focus. [...] Clues also appear in the dreaming state, with greater frequency, because then you are already accustomed to that kind of floating sensation in which events can seem to happen in their own relatively independent context.

[...] There is a floating quality about one portion of the memory.

The tabloid turns into a parade float, the contrast showing that the resolution can end in a parade, with rejoicing. [...]

[...] This is not a good analogy particularly, but it is as if you received an important communication, say, three paragraphs of great import, with all the individual letters appearing, but not in their proper sequences, and gradually the letters would float together to form the proper words, and then the words would float together to form the proper sentences, and so forth.

[...] Then: “Well, I don’t tell you everything, but for some time now I’ve known Seth gives what I call ‘fill-in’ sessions, or ‘floating material’— stuff he could give any time. [...]

[...] There are certain sessions I’ve labelled ‘fill-in’ sessions in my mind for some time now, or thought of them as covering ‘floating material.’ They aren’t book sessions or specifically personal ones. [...]

[...] I was floating and flying among stars and lights. [...]

[...] The little men are up under my arm and it feels like its floating up and out; they’re lifting it up, and using a heat lamp on it under the armpit. [...]

[...] I dozed for a few moments upon lying down, then came awake to find myself with the unmistakable feeling of floating halfway to the ceiling of the bedroom.

[...] In other words, I floated in the air, bed and all, quite pleasantly. [...]

[...] The floating-free sensation continued, but I wasn’t able to develop it further.

Next, I floated above a car, which was driven by another me. [...] As I watched from my floating position, the “driving me” made an error at the light, and suddenly we ended up in the middle of a line of traffic. [...]

First I seemed to be floating above a car. [...]

[...] A test of fluid drawn from the heart area had shown free-floating cancer cells. [...]

There were several other themes floating about our lives … Sue Watkins’ new book Conversations with Seth about my E.S.P. classes was to appear in the fall. [...]

[...] Tension in the head and neck floated down like ripples into the body, and for every obvious improvement in this kind of mobility (Jane waved her right arm about vigorously; it is much improved), inner small releases occur in the legs.

I bid you all a fond good evening, and I expect to see you floating like little ghosties out of your bodies this evening. [...]

[...] In our analogy, the projected image would seem to float, including ever-different stars and planets within its boundaries. [...]

[...] While waiting she told me she felt “real light, as if I could float up some place.”

[...] All of the myths should float away, and all the debris. [...]

Now Ruburt is literally floating free from his difficulties. [...]

Your consciousness can seem to float. [...]

[...] In the meantime I floated in the air, quite high, looking down on the location Seth was describing. [...]

[...] At the same time, I floated above them, puzzled because I couldn’t see what they were being used for; I was also mystified by their rectangular tops.

[...] The atoms and molecules that compose all objects, whether it be the body of a person, a table, a stone or a frog, know the great passive thrust of creativity that lies beneath their own existence, and upon which their individuality floats, distinct, clear and unassailable.