“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It is as valid — far more valid — as an orbiting city in the sky, in physical terms, and it challenges your creative abilities much more. [...]

(The day was warm—better than 60 degrees—when I got to 330, and sunny, though the sky soon began to turn darker. [...]

[...] You would be equally foolish to pretend that you were there, or to go about with a raincoat and umbrella underneath the clear highland skies and warm sun.

[...] / For higher still /
the sky holds all / safely contained.

When you bunk your head / against the sky / and it gives— /
you’re tempted to back off; / suspicious, confused /
as a scared animal / treated kindly: You growl, /
pretend to lick or bite / yourself— / too scared to /
even wag your tail.

[...] We are speaking of an unburdening of the inner self as you now know it and a setting down of burdens so that you can get to work, for the burdens and the secrets represent boulders in your path, and you must either step around them or open up the skies of the soul so that they simply disintegrate in the sunshine. [...]

[...] It is as if the sky then decided to reject the black clouds and then, through association, decided to reject the white clouds; and, through association, to reject anything at all that might appear within it. [...]

[...] Your skies are filled with breezes, currents, clouds, sunlight, dust particles and so forth. The sky vaults above the entire planet. [...]

[...] They continued now although we couldn’t see any glow — say from a fire — in the sky over the western section of the city. [...]

[...] You may at times wish that a rainy day were a sunny one, but you do not stand at the window and deny that the rain is falling, or that the air is cold and the sky dark.

It may sound very simplistic to tell you that you must have sunny thoughts as well as rays of the physical sun in order to be healthy — but sunny thoughts are as biologically necessary to your well-being as are the rays of the sun that shines in the sky. [...]

(Rachel quoted from the book, The Sky People.)

[...] The sky is very blue with white clouds. [...]

[...] 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.)

[...] It is an easy enough matter to shout to the skies: “I love my fellow men,” when on the other hand you form no strong, enduring relationship with others. [...]

[...] His own consciousness, then, was forever a source of delight, its changing qualities as noticeable and apparent as the changing sky. [...]

(4:48.) Remind Ruburt — in the meantime — that he is indeed a beloved daughter of the universe, and that his parents are as much the sea and sky as his physical parents. [...]

[...] There are no records in the sky to be read. [...]

“Or, I thought suddenly, it was like seeing a new corner of your own psyche, transformed into trees, grass, flowers, sky and fog…. [...]

[...] And if the image were projected against a midnight sky, within its apparent boundaries then you would see a multitude of planets and stars. [...]

[...] And it doesn’t matter how it comes, as long as it’s honest—through our “earning” it in the conventional way, or whether we find it on the ground or it falls out of the sky, or someone gives it to us, or it comes through insurance, or whatever. [...]

[...] I’ve often thought of how weak our current theories are to explain what we see around us, or in the night sky.

[...] And the time of the seasons was also known from these, and the journey of the stars across the sky. [...]