“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

They lived upon the physical planet with its wind and rain and storms and violence and animal [sic] but they would not show violence, they could not commit a violent act. [...] They became so terrified of the natural earth, with its pounding rains and wind that they literally crept into the bowels of the earth and lived there feeling as triumphant, when they set up a civilization within the earth, as you will feel when you set one up outside of the earth. [...]

[...] Your poor little innocent flower, when it rains and thunders and storms come, does our little flower look up and say, “Here comes that evil lightening and thunder?” It does not think that the thunder and the lightening and the wind and the rain are out to get it. [...]

[...] Our house on the hill is so well-insulated that we heard the weather’s assaults as though from a great distance, except for an occasional sharp clatter from one of the metal window awnings as its slats vibrated in a blast of icy wind. [...]

[...] Portions of your consciousness are alive in mine, so you are to some extent carried along where I go, as motes of dust might be swept along with a brisk autumn wind from one area to another. [...]

[...] You know wind by its effects. No one has seen wind but since at times its effects are so observable it would be idiocy to say that wind did not exist. [...]

[...] It is like the branch that moves so that you know wind by its effects; and a windbag like me by the billowing gale of my monologues.

[...] Imagine the land now free beneath it, open to the blessing of wind, rain and sun. [...]

Imagine the summer winds that blow over the land that now fills the interior of the house with scented air. [...]

(There was much thunder and wind and heavy rain.)

[...] The storm raged in a gale of thunder, wind, and rain. [...]

[...] We had most of our windows and both doors wide open, but since all seemed rather sheltered from the wind anyhow, I decided to see if we could ride out the storm without shutting up the house.)

[...] Now the storm was going full blast, but we left the house open to the wind, thunder, and lightning. [...]

There is little difference between the currents of blood that flow through your veins, and the wind current, except that the one seems to be within you and the other without. [...] Your blood follows certain prescribed patterns and so does the wind. [...]

[...] Also, I use time terms, since you are so used yourselves to that kind of categorizing, so here we will certainly run into our first seeming contradiction (see the last session) — when I say that in the higher order of events all universes, including your own, have their original creations occurring now, with all of their pasts and futures built in, and with all of their scales of time winding ever outward, and all of their appearances of space, galaxies and nebulae, and all of their seeming changes, being instantly and originally created in what you think of as this moment.

In a fashion man also is equipped with the ability to initiate actions on a nonphysical level that then become physical and continue to wind in and out of (pause) both realities, entwining dream events with historic ones, in such a fashion that the original nonphysical origins [are] often forgotten. [...]

[...] All the windows in the apartment were closed with the exception of one kitchen window, because the night was extremely windy; this wind aggravated my hay fever. [...] Bill confirmed my own thought at the time, that a stray burst of wind had affected the flame. We had no way of knowing if wind was responsible or not; the kitchen window was perhaps fifteen feet away, and around a corner. [...]

[...] As if on cue, through an open front window a quickening breeze stirred the long glass wind chimes hanging just inside; their pealing harmony filled the living room. [...]

You know by now that emotions even change the physical cells, sweeping through them as wind through branches, and leaving imprints in many realities, leaving imprints within the reality of dreams, the physical reality, and in electrical reality, in terms of coded systems.

Some emotions originate within the personality, but others are simply like winds that are then rationalized and held. [...]

[...] However, as you do not blame, as you do not morally blame the wind for the tumultuous hurricane, and as you do not punish the wind, so you must somehow manage to understand that a wrongdoer, in your eyes, is no more or less to blame than this. [...]

(Our region is supposed to be outside the danger zone—yet we see conflicting newspaper reports about whether the prevailing wind currents would make us vulnerable to the aftereffects of a meltdown. [...]

[...] Simply follow it as you would a wind, let it carry you wherever it will. [...]

The wind of the arm blows the hair,

[...] He believed that his feelings were like the world’s winds that swept through his body. [...]

That archaeology is winding backward. [...]

(Wind is an intangible, and is not overtly indicated in the drawing. [...] We do not know if this effect prompted Seth’s mention of wind. [...]

[...] Wind, and blue, perhaps a dress.

The wind lifted

(4:10.) To one extent or another, Ruburt then speaks in the sessions for all peoples, for the united psyches that overflow with thoughts and feelings that are registered by the wind, giving voice to the private, intimate, yet connected lives of men and women throughout the centuries — so that many people, listening to or reading the sessions, hear their own inner voices also, and feel the contours of their own natures, and universal nature as well.

I am the daughter of the wind,