“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

in the wind. [...]

[...] Women with such beliefs and conflicts often wind up having hysterectomies, performed incidentally by male doctors, who hold the very same beliefs.

[...] They knew how to speak the wind. [...]

[...] Now, often in your dreams you are able to perceive such other situations, but you often wind them into dream paraphernalia of your own, in which case upon awakening you have little clear memory.

[...] He thought ahead of time that the size of the large window would more than compensate, but he carries some of his grandfather’s old ideas that the wind should be able to blow through a room so he has been uncomfortable there. [...]

[...] The body is affected by touch in the same way as a field by the wind, the sun and the rain. [...]

Concentrate upon the idea of your body being a field awakened by the wind and the rain—awakened into sensation—not necessarily passive, then, but in a strange condition between alertness and passivity.

[...] Jane said she has picked up from staff people at various times that they thought her skin was fragile and would break down easily—”that a good wind would blow me away, things like that....” [...]

[...] If you possibly remember what I said last week, then we will have you dancing through your cordellas, throwing alphabets out of the window to flutter in the wind. [...]

[...] Birds do not question whether or not the weather will be favorable, the winds fair or foul. [...]

(The service wasn’t as long as I’d thought it might be, though, and we were on our way to the cemetery shortly before noon, winding through the quiet tree-lined side streets. [...]

[...] As if on signal a brisk wind swept the window curtains in; papers rustled and shifted in the room; the small explosions of the firecrackers became suddenly louder. [...]

(The wind had quieted. [...]

“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. [...]

[...] Yet they are all about us, in the wind and trees, formed and unformed, more alive in many ways perhaps than we are — the speakers.

[...] I write three drafts of my own work, and sometimes still wind up dissatisfied. [...]

[...] They are often idealists, who beneath it all — beneath the enthusiasm, the intelligence, and sometimes beneath extraordinary ability — still feel that life could no more than sully those abilities, dampen those spiritual winds, and darken that promise that could never be fulfilled.

[...] This record includes time, temperature, humidity, barometric pressure, rainfall to date, wind velocity and wind direction. [...]

[...] After winding up some very interesting material concerning that situation, Seth launched into the Speaker data at about 11:15. [...]

[...] He swings as the wind blows. [...]

[...] John feels changes are in the wind.

[...] The apartment was quite cold tonight because of a strong wind that had blown all day, after a 14-inch snowfall yesterday; but Jane said that as Seth she was not cold, in fact comfortable for the first time today, etc.

[...] And if he or she can understand this the individual can then counter such suggestions that seem to come from “outside,” I will indeed, and before too long, begin again some therapeutic material, winding this in with other pertinent data. [...]

The impression of something swirling about, as leaves in a wind. [...]

(“The impression of something swirling about, as leaves in a wind.” [...]

[...] Now I am a big wind playfully passing by. [...]