“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I am sorry that I do not move tables as well as AA, but were I interested in moving tables, I can assure that this one would fly through the window and end out in the middle of Water Street! I am more interested in other projectiles and other movement, thoughts that fly through your minds rather than tables that leap about the floor. [...]

[...] This was followed by a discussion of the data Seth introduced in last week’s class session, concerning the pulsating nature of atoms and molecules — and this in turn led to the consideration of possible origins for the so-called flying saucer phenomena.)

One small note: In some respects these pulsations represent what happens in some of your flying saucer incidents, for you do not have a vehicle such as the one you think you perceive. [...]

It is theoretically possible, for example, for any of you to disperse your consciousness and become a part of any object in the room — or to fly apart, to disperse yourself out into space — without leaving your sense of identity. [...]

[...] Indeed, they seem to be flying apart at tremendous speeds. The “nucleus”—now using a cell analogy—if these units were cells, which they are not, then it would be as if the nucleus were constantly changing position, flying off in all directions, dragging the rest of the cell along with it. [...]

(Class had been discussing dream realities, personality, etc., for about an hour; Gert and Sheila began talking back and forth on Sheila’s ideas on separate personalities, when Jane interrupted to say that she had one impression that the “hole in the universe” had opened up in Sam Levine’s house and a crowd of people were flying from it into the room. [...]

[...] Indeed, they seem to be flying apart at tremendous speeds. (Gestures.) The “nucleus,” in quotes—now using a cell analogy—if these units were cells, which they are not, then it would be as if the nucleus were constantly changing position, flying off in all directions, dragging the rest of the cell along with it. [...]

Yesterday morning I heard geese flying south for the first time this season, but they were invisible above a heavy overcast. [...]

[...] That is why your flying saucers are so funny to me.

I am laughing because they fly through, in your terms, the very core of what you presume to call solid earth, which is not solid to them at all. [...]

The inhabitants of the flying saucers are not of your own plane. [...]

[...] See the 16th session for Seth’s dissertation on flying saucers and their dilemma of form.

[...] Usually at least one of mine per night dealt with flying or levitation. During a series of dreams I seemed to be working to perfect my “flying technique,” and was taking lessons from others. [...]

Flying Dreams
Dream Mobility of Consciousness

[...] There was a wrench, almost painful, a click at the back of my neck and I found myself flying through a window at seemingly incredible speed, out of the house at second floor level, gaining altitude and heading over Water Street toward the mountains in the distance. [...]

[...] Otherwise you are simply flying like an insect around the outside of the television set, trying to light on the fruit, say, that is shown upon the screen — and wondering, like a poor bemused fly, why you cannot. [...]

[...] If you drive or fly from one city to another, you do not consider the journey imaginary. [...]

[...] Man learned to fly as he tried to exteriorize inner experience, for in out-of-body states in dreams he had long been familiar with flight. [...]

[...] Their products are the seas upon which you sail your ships, the skies through which your airplanes fly, the land upon which your cities sprawl, and the very reality that makes your culture, or any culture, possible.

(Intently:) Whether dispersed, concentrated in a tight grouping, appearing “alone” or flying through other larger swarms, that particular organization represents your identity.

Neurologically, you tune into only a portion of your body’s reality and are ignorant of the great, tiny but tumultuous communications that are ever flying back and forth in the microscopic but vital cellular world.

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

(In the same average voice she began: “In the shadow of the image organized religion [at the same time my hands want to fly up], after it has been set up, has always been afraid of revelationary knowledge; to protect itself; and the Catholic Church in particular cast it in the form of a devil, which I was taught: the sin of pride, wanting to learn.”

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.

Mountains and hillsides cut through my arm.
Rivers fly past my pulse
Generations of ghosts laugh at my talk
While my tissues burn and go up in smoke.

The flying saucer material came through with flying colors, and it is also helpful in understanding the problems involved in the transference and materialization of energy from one level to another.

[...] How did the material you gave us on flying saucers come through? [...]

[...] I suggest when you can that you reread the material on the inner senses, the fifth dimension and your precious flying saucers. [...]

[...] And each of you in your own way see how you can sense the acceleration and if you can fly along on Ruburt’s coattails. [...]

[...] You may dream that you are running or walking or flying, yet those activities are divorced enough from that area where imagination, motion, and physical actuality meet, so that your body remains quiet, relatively speaking, while you seem to be moving freely somewhere else.

He wanted to keep both feet on the ground—not to fly away physically. [...]

[...] ) You wear a cloak (gesturing ) to protect yourself while flying in the cold night air.

[...] (Very rapidly.) When his ankle bothers him it is because he fears he might fly off in the wrong direction. [...]

Normal aggressive acts are like microscopic chunks of ash that barely fly very fast or far. [...]

[...] But what good were the developing stages of a wing, I wondered, and how many uncounted generations of reptiles-turning-into-birds had to carry those appendages, before a fully-formed bird was finally hatched that could fly? [...]

[...] Many of you believe, moreover, that the physical self’s very nature is evil, that its impulses, left alone, will run in direct opposition to the good of the physical world and society, and fly in the face of the deeper spiritual truths of inner reality. [...]