“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

With winged brains
We swoop and swirl
Inside the blue bell
Of the outer world.

[...] She began to stop at intervals, exclaiming over all of those surroundings that were, of course, very familiar to us: the swooping automobiles, the street lights and neon signs, the buildings themselves, the Chemung River rolling quietly behind its dike in back of the emporium we’d just left.

[...] Your image was an excellent one and in your terms it represents the characteristics of space as you might relate to it and also to those black pockets of which the physicists are speaking where all realities swooped into these, so to speak. [...]

[...] He swooped down beside my bed, skidded along the top of a covered radiator, crashed into a wall and fell down onto another radiator top at a lower level. [...]

[...] They are definite challenges that he had to face, and the overall entity is facing the majority of these in one fell swoop, for his own reasons.

[...] The bird that swooped near us was spectacular. [...]