“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Fabulous sense of well-being; of floating along the street. [...]

[...] Noticed that it seemed that I was floating by...rather than walking. [...]

[...] Without the consciousness, the matter would not be there in the universe, floating around, waiting for another component to give it reality, consciousness, existence, or song.”

My fingers are leaves that rustle and drop.
Birds fly through the eyes of my skull.
Clouds float atop my spinning head
And stars burn the moons of my toes.

[...] When I became aware again, evidently a few moments later, I found myself floating just above my physical body as it lay in bed.

[...] However she was still aware that she sat in a rocking chair; she wasn’t floating along the road in Nassau, fully separated from her physical body.

(Once thought I saw mountains, as though floating. [...]

Now I have never said I was a nondescript personality floating through space. [...]

[...] I let myself float along, knowing that if I held my breath I would rise to the surface. [...]

[...] No—no form of matter, however potent, will be self-evolved into consciousness no matter what other bits of matter are added to it, but without the consciousness, the matter would not be there in the universe floating around waiting for another component to give it reality, consciousness, existence or song. [...]

[...] Each time I’d evidently seen myself as a Roman military officer living early in the first century A.D. In the first episode I was aboard a galley in the Mediterranean; in the second, I floated face down in that sea with my hands bound behind me.

[...] Without it consciousness would tend to float free. [...]

He went from place to place, floating bodiless — a tour of consciousness. [...]

[...] The tree appears to have a floating quality on the light yellow wall, especially at night, and has added a new dimension to the room.)

[...] These shapes float in the center of the painting. [...]

[...] My crude drawing can’t begin to reproduce the delicate, shimmering and transparent beauty of what I briefly saw floating before me.)

[...] I entered into a sequel to the first vision: I felt myself floating face down in the Mediterranean with my hands tied behind my back. [...]

[...] I get out of my body this way, float above the couch and go back in. [...]

(The first vision floated into my mind as I lay in a very pleasant drowsy state, not thinking in particular of anything. [...]

[...] 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.

[...] Not really there like I’m in this room now … but … partially floating. [...]