“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Storms rend the summer sky, sending forth thunder and lightning. [...]

Then tonight she began writing “a fun thing” about our cats, Billy and Mitzi, who are brother and sister just 10 months old now: “In the beginning, Billy and Mitzi weren’t even kittens yet, but only bits of sky and cloud that wanted to be pussycats. [...]

[...] 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. [...]

[...] It does not bend when there is no wind, nor does it stiffen, stopping the flow of sap to the treetop for fear that the dumb tree, not knowing what it was up to, would bump its head against the sky.

[...] I am speaking of the stars and planets you see in your sky, but not of the invisible systems that may exist simultaneously with them.

through the double skies

[...] When you are on my plane you’ll probably set earth’s skies thundering. [...]

[...] “Things are really weird, like the sky’s cracking … Seth talking about it sort of controlled things, but now my head’s getting really big …” I roused her with a call, and she said, “Yeah, it’s wild … I don’t know whether I should break it or go along with it. [...]

[...] The sky behind the soldier was darkly overcast; I was aware of very little color. [...]

[...] So I experiment between May and November, coming in for the winter when the wild skies of fall are over and the bone-chilling cold settles in.

what cracks appear in other skies

[...] It seemed to come literally from out of the sky, down into another room outside of (next-door to, actually) the one in which his body slept. [...]

“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. [...]

[...] The sky and air moved constantly, perhaps like very heavy jellied water, with the trees stuck in like huge seaweed. [...]

[...] Think of them, again, now, as being as natural as rain that falls out of the sky when the clouds are full. [...]

[...] Dream reality is only one aspect of this inner universe, in the same way that our planet is only one of many others in a physical sky. [...]

[...] There were two huge swings, the playground type, whose ropes reached straight up into the sky. [...]

[...] Jane said she had an image of a star of sorts, and that this gave her the idea of fireworks shooting into the sky—thus the idea of a geyser, and something rising and explosive, etc.

[...] Nor does it solidify, stopping the flow of sap to the treetop for fear the dumb tree, not knowing what it was up to, would bump its head against the sky.

[...] The southbound flight was soon out of sight in the rainy sky, and in another few moments it was out of hearing.