“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] By plunging into our ocean of value climate you can dive beneath your camouflage system and look up to see it, relatively foundationless, floating above you, moved, formed and directed by the shifting illusions caused by the wind of will, and the force of subconscious concentration and demand.

Now as seasons come and go,
He visits twice a week,
From worlds that have no wind or snow,
But still have promises to keep.

[...] At 8:45 I received the words, “No winds ever blew across the prairie but I was there.” [...]

[...] Actually I think that these abilities flow through us as the wind flows through the branches.) Ann wrote me a letter shortly after, telling me that she and Jim no longer felt the tremendous sorrow that had burdened them earlier.

[...] For a scientist he is himself rather long-winded, and can hardly afford to take me to task on that particular point.

[...] The leaves made noise in the wind.”)

[...] To wind up the seminar on poverty a press conference was held with Sargent Shriver, director of the poverty program. [...]

[...] “When he spoke of the wind,” Seth remarked, “she felt like the wind, as any child will unselfconsciously identify with the elements.” [...]

[...] Then, with Laurel driving and our friends’ cars following, we traveled up a steep and winding hill just outside the city to not only a fine view but to Quarry Farm, an old-fashioned but large and elegant wooden homestead where Mark Twain had done some of his finest writing. [...]

[...] The top complexion tone lay on this lightly, as if a wind could blow it away.”

[...] You wind it up like a fine toy, but you are careful of the directions in which you let it run. [...]