“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Imagine and visualize the energy all around the corner of the house and sky, rushing toward him; then am surprised when mentally the top of his head comes neatly off, like a lid from a jar. [...]

[...] They separate, doing ballets in the sky come together again; very free.”

[...] “Emotions flow through you like storm clouds or blue skies, and you should be open to them and react to them,” Seth said. [...]

[...] Now I ask you, how far do you think a flower would get if in the morning it turned its face toward the sky and said, ‘I demand the sun. [...]

[...] the trees, the seasons, and the skies, to some extent as your own contribution . [...]

[...] The dreamer may find himself then in a magnificent harem, or instead in a brilliantly illuminated field or sky. [...]

A man or woman might [be] while dreaming suddenly in strange territory, looking at the sky from a different viewpoint, with, say, a familiar river nowhere in sight, and with a mountain where ordinarily a plain might be. [...]

[...] The end products—your foliage, landscapes and skies for example, are of the highest esthetic nature: as esthetic productions they are unequalled.

[...] “Once” the gods walked the earth, and waged battles in the skies and seas. [...]

[...] Right now I’m really blue, my eyes operating poorly; tears warmly close; yet enjoying the dark sky and street as rain threatens… the view of the mountains afforded by the windows; the rock music on the radio; the odd remaining odor of door varnish—deeply loving all of it yet swept through with something like nostalgia. [...]

[...] The methods have been known for centuries; not only centuries as you think of them, but for the lifetime of this earth as you know it, and even before — when the poles were reversed and when there were other stars in the sky and when the planets were not the planets that you know.

[...] This is not to be a pie-in-the sky sort of thing, or some “heaven” hanging suspended above, but a very valid meeting place between worlds. [...]

what cracks appear in other skies

[...] So in my contacts with your sphere of activity, I do not sweep through bright golden skies like some spiritual superman into your physical domain.

[...] If you want to, visualize its outline brilliant against the sky. [...]

[...] 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.

(A quick view of houses, blue sky, trees, from a corner perspective; vanished instantly.

(View of clouds and sky passing by. [...]

(While we were eating breakfast this morning Jane and I heard a peculiar multiple “barking” sound that came from the sky. [...]

[...] “It’s about my dream last Sunday morning, when I was climbing the church steeple that reached way above me into the sky. [...]

[...] No matter how dark your mood on any given sunny day, your individual thoughts alone will not suddenly turn the blue skies into rainy ones. [...]

[...] There are falling stars everywhere tumbling through the heavens, for example, though you only see some of these in the night sky. [...]

[...] On the same day, I sent out a book of poetry, The Sky Will Send Down Ladders. On March 12, I dreamed that both had been returned. [...]

[...] It had been bright and cloudless before I went to bed; now the sky was much too dark. [...]

(All emphatically and joyously:) In your terms, the world is intensely different from one moment to another, with each smallest portion of consciousness choosing its reality from a field of infinite probabilities.³ Immense calculations, far beyond your conscious decisions as you think of them, are possible only because of the unutterable freedom that resides within minute worlds inside your skull — patterns of interrelationships, counterparts so cunningly woven that each is unique, freewheeling, and involved in an infinite cooperative venture so powerful that the atoms stay in certain forms, and the same stars shine in the sky.

[...] This is to our high-apple-pie-in-the-sky girl.