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This room could disconnect itself from this apartment building and go sailing blithely through space. And yet under many circumstances you would not be aware of it, for within the room if it sailed about evenly, the perspective would still be the same. And unless you looked out of the windows you would notice no change. But if the windows were sealed and closed, you would not know the difference, and so until you learn to look out of the windows to the inner selves, then you will not realize what your own environment consists of. For the perspective where you look is the same, and you have nothing to judge experience against. I will let my friend here take a break. He is broken up because he has moved his furniture, but he does not confuse me.

Bega is doing well in his classes, and you are doing well in these classes. You are all developing and growing, whether or not you are consciously aware of it, and when you gather together there are beneficial developments that you do not understand, and that I am not prepared to explain to you this evening, for it would take too much of your time. There is, however, a pooling of inner knowledge that is highly helpful to all of you. I do not expect you to drown in that pool, for I have taught you how to swim, you see. And take care that you look out of the windows now and then, lest you all go sailing past West Water Street.

(6:52.) Seth’s energy helps fill your sails, and in those terms encourages you in proper directions. [...]

[...] You had clear sailing, so to speak, and the dream was indeed meant as an inner vision of your progress.

[...] I watched the ship sink on an even keel through the blue-green water to the smooth yellow and tan and brown sandy ocean floor—but instead of settling motionless there the ship began to ‘sail’ or plow its way across the ocean bottom, almost as though it were a car moving along a road. [...]

[...] I recall no figures; the sails were a beautiful rich brown, as of woven material or leather; the design of the boat, while simple, was primitive; the water was brilliantly sparkling, the sky very blue.)

(In notes taken from discussion October 28, Bill said 1781 was when the Americans sailed into Nassau and were captured in Revolutionary War.)

[...] For a while it is still somewhat more sensitive, for example, to moods or depressions that it would ordinarily sail through. [...]

These were interruptions, and because of your attitudes you thought of them as troublesome interruptions: surely you would have sailed through your work otherwise, or performed chores that you wanted to accomplish; and so because you still do not really understand the effectiveness of Framework 2, those visits added to your sense of concern and hassles with time. [...]

[...] 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.

[...] It is still sailing along on the original psychic energy with which you both invested it. [...]

[...] If a few bits of debris go sailing merrily down the stream (humorously), the answer is not to cut off the stream but to recognize the difference between what the stream carries.

[...] Presumably, such a traveler could have reached Constantinople [now Istanbul], by an overland journey across Turkey, which lay north of the Arab lands, or by sailing the eastern Mediterranean around Turkey, through the Dardanelles and so into the city. [...]

(Jane said that tonight her voice felt as though it was being projected out of her as she dictated, that she was swept along by energy other than her own, “like a sail filled with wind.” [...]

He sailed on a ship, certainly with a strange name, for it was called

Energy fills out the sails of form. [...]

[...] It fills forms, and as it passes the forms seem to blur, as a wind will fill out the sails and then disappear.

[...] The man, in a green uniform, sailed down a trail and into the air. [...]

[...] As though I was free-sailing…. [...]

Now these were men filled out like sails with the energy of their roles, yet they had to have the personality characteristics of their time. [...]

[...] They had sails, big sailboats. [...]

[...] It could have been clear sailing from there in.