“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] From high up in the air I found myself looking down upon a white snow-covered landscape with white mountains and flat white expanses, and a vivid blue sky. [...]

The bug’s cat construction is a huge and terrifying animal-mountain sort of construction. [...]

I felt as triumphant figuring out that dream as if I’d climbed some new mountain. [...]

[...] I write this book during the day in my study, looking out the wide bay windows at the street and at the mountains and river just beyond. [...]

[...] 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. [...]

[...] The group sat in a large cabin-type room, in mountainous country, I believe in the northwest portion of the state. [...]

“Some mountain climbers, when asked why they climb a certain peak, respond: ‘Because the mountain is there to be climbed’—so the natural approach, the magical approach, is to be used because it exists, and because it represents an open doorway into a world of reality that is always present, always at the base of your cultures and experience. [...]

[...] I love the deserts and forests, the oceans and rivers and lakes of the earth, the plains and the poles, the marshes and the mountains. [...]

“Perhaps what we are has always waited, hidden in the possibilities of creation, dispersed and unknowing — in the rain and wind that swept across Europe in the thirteenth century — in the heaving mountain ranges — in the clouds that rushed through the skies of other times and places. [...]

[...] When you attempt to hold them back, you build them up like mountains. [...]

Of the mountain and meadow.

[...] We take it for granted that evolution in those terms is over, and here we are — aha, kings of the mountain. [...]

While indeed I try to understand his ways, nevertheless I find it most difficult to understand on his part these mountains of self-doubt. [...]

Once thought I saw mountains, as if I were floating.

And highest mountain,

[...] It seemed smaller than the golden brown eagles that soar around the mountains nearby. [...]