“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I am not speaking of flying off the handle, say, at each small upset. [...]

[...] In back of her and off to her right, our cats, Billy and Mitzi, were crouching in the light cast on the rug by one of our homemade lamps from its position on a low bookcase: An insect, seemingly mesmerized by the illumination, was flying round and round inside the bright cone of the lampshade. [...]

[...] You are flying paper dragons to be punctured, but these are not the real dragons. [...]

[...] You may think of me as an old man and yet my joy circles this room as a bluebird might fly from corner to corner. [...]

[...] You have only to close your eyes and see—as now, if all of you are quiet you can feel the cosmic breezes blow through your cheeks, and yesterday flies through your skull like clouds disappearing. [...]

[...] In some respects these pulsations represent what happens in some of your flying saucer incidents, for you do not often have a vehicle such as the vehicle that you perceive, or think that you perceive. [...]

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

[...] Again and again she knocked the ball down the cellar steps, raced down after it, carried it back upstairs and sent it flying down again—just as though, it seemed, she still had to perform for us while a recuperating Billy dozed on a comfortable chair in the living room.

[...] A casket may appear, or a black wallet fly through the air. [...]

[...] For the most part, I’m presenting only the beginning of the several pages of notes I took from him—just enough to show how even his more personal material can fly in the face of convention (to coin a phrase!):

You should not, and I repeat this, grow panicky at the thought of distortions occurring, simply because to expect no distortions is just as unrealistic, and would send you flying headlong against an eventual wall of disillusion. [...]

[...] You will fly away yet. [...]

Flying dreams you see are not symbolic of anything. [...]

[...] Flying dreams are an example here. [...]

[...] She said she thought she’d “really been flying,” with some great new material. [...]

[...] Flying dreams are not all disguised sexual fantasies, as Freud maintained, for example. In many of them we are flying, and the destinations we reach are quite physical. [...]

A certain distortion must be expected, in the same manner that a distortion occurs in the form of your flying saucers. [...]

[...] You may fly in as many pieces as you like at once.

[...] In spite of the very reasonable tone of the material in it, to me it seemed to fly in the face of all of the accumulated fears that had been bugging me, and Jane also, I thought. [...]

[...] Perhaps the flying saucer people had located our plane in that fashion.

[...] Not unless at 8 o’clock in the morning you leap from the rooftops and fly through the windows to your death.

[...] But you will have freedoms within it that you do not have now—not unless at 8 o’clock in the morning you leap from the rooftops and fly through the windows to your death. [...]

[...] We learned about the death of Otto’s daughter Mary, on a conscious level, this week when we bought a recent book by Otto on flying saucers, and read the dedication. [...]