“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Today is tomorrow, and present, past,
Nothing exists and everything will last.
There is no beginning, there was no end,
No depth to fall, no height to ascend.
There is only this moment, this flicker of light,
That illuminates nothing, but oh! so bright!
For we are the spark that flutters in space,
Consuming an eternity of a moment’s grace,
For today is tomorrow, and present, past.
Nothing exists, and everything will last.

[...] If you possibly remember what I said last week, then we will have you dancing through your cordellas, throwing alphabets out of the window to flutter in the wind. [...]

It is springtime here and I hope that all your hearts are fluttering. [...]

[...] Her eyelids fluttered. [...]

[...] She had long black shining hair, was quite slim and shapely, and wore a sleeveless, yellow, silk-like blouse that seemed to flutter and glimmer with iridescent highlights, as though in a breeze. [...]

Two starlings fluttered

[...] Caught in one shutter was a filmy pink garment like a negligee, fluttering in the breeze. [...]