“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] His head, to him, was like space or the sky. [...]

A friend and I, with some others, staged the ceremony, and from opposite clouds in the sky Allah and I shouted out our claims upon his soul — while he, poor man, cowered on the ground between us. [...]

[...] Feelings will appear more often in the changing mobility of water, wind, weather, skies and changing color. [...]

[...] You do not particularly need more money, but it is coming to you, and naturally as rain out of the sky. [...]

[...] My voice is turned up to show you once again that vitality and your search is not sorrowful and is not for repentance, but is a joyful—and ambitious—and lively thing—and that the energy within you flies through your own being as the birds fly though the sky. [...]

(10:58.) Sometime as you walk down a street, pretend that you are seeing the same scene from the sky in an airplane, yourself included. [...]

[...] Earlier, a great thunderstorm raged, its reverberations seeming to crack the sky. [...]

[...] Once I was aware that I was looking up at treetops against a gray sky. [...]

[...] He’d talked about going north, or heading back to San Francisco, where he’d seen helicopters changing their courses in the sky to fly directly at him.

[...] It is as much the sky as it is the trunk. [...]

[...] With the best of intent most public health announcements shout the symptoms of critical diseases to the skies, so that the smallest of indispositions becomes the trigger for personal fear on the part of millions. [...]

He wanted to shout your decision (to leave Artistic) to the skies of course, and thought he was quite reasonable by saying nothing for a while, at your request; yet secretly he thought that your attitude of silence meant that you were not proud of the decision, did not want it known, that you were acting ashamed of it and wanted it kept quiet, rather than as a triumph.

[...] Mountains and skies swept by. [...]

[...] It is invisible at the photo’s top, the sky merging into the white paper. [...]

[...] 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. [...]

[...] The sky was clear and starry. [...]

[...] And when you are depressed and worried about the power of destructive thought, realize that on an unconscious basis, you are also responsible for the seasons, and for the skies, and for the mountains, and for all those supportive elements of your planet. [...]

[...] She rises before dawn and makes herself “a simple quick breakfast” — just so she can read, make some notes, and watch the sky lightening outside the kitchen window. [...]

[...] See your mind within your mind as a clear sky or a blank board upon which the answers will come. [...]

[...] The voice was coming from the area of the room next door or just beyond, but also from above; like out of the sky or something. [...]