“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] We’ve been holding the sessions with the front and back doors opened so that the cool winds from the hills blow through the house. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s consciousness merged, while still retaining its own individuality, with the consciousness of the leaves outside his window, and with the nail in the windowsill, and traveled outward and inward at the same time, so that like a mental wind his consciousness traveled through other psychological neighborhoods.

We are saluted by the wind

[...] It bends with the wind. 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.

In your terms, friction might be compared to the winds and storms of the physical atmosphere. [...]

[...] As you’ll see, he managed to do both, winding a discussion of my dream into his own material about the psyche.)

In those same terms the clouds could be physically measured, and shown to be so far above you — composed of, say, winds of a certain velocity, ready to pour down a precise amount of rain or whatever. [...]

(Since Jane was tired, we decided to wind up this session with one more question. [...]

[...] Yet I come to your reality by a strange route — one that does not involve roads or highways but psychological dramas that wind backward like paths into the “psychological history” of your species. [...]

[...] A strong wind — very strong at times — had sprung up this afternoon, and at times I had trouble hearing Jane above its noise. [...]

[...] Then in a creativity that came from the painting itself the colors would grow rich, the species attain their delineations, the winds blow and the seas move with the tides.

[...] Man can interpret the weather in terms of air pressure and wind currents. [...]

You may if you wish consider the quality-depth principle as blowing like a wind through the spacious present, it indeed being like a wind in that it is known by its effects; and if you must think of it visually it would, perhaps, have a funnel shape. [...]

[...] In one season he dreamed of the others, however, and in dreams he saw himself spreading the seeds of fruits as he had seen the wind do in daily life.

[...] The eyes naturally need contact with different kinds of light, temperature, wind, and air. [...]

[...] It would represent no more in one way to the atoms and molecules through which it passed, than the wind that passes through the treetops.

I have said that this will involve these other molecules and atoms only in so far as a wind blows through the treetops.

[...] When this is carried to an extreme you wind up with devil cults, in which the poorly understood powers of creativity and exuberance rush out in distorted form; the undersides of consciousness are then glorified at the expense of the other, white, “conscious and objective” values.

[...] Feel that energy glide as easily through the air as air currents; as naturally and as easily as the wind that feels both night and day. [...]

[...] On the other hand, my voice is as natural as oak leaves blowing in the wind, for I speak from a level of awareness that is as native to your psyche as now the seasons seem to be to your soul.

[...] He allowed the impulse to surface initially, and then he allowed himself to act upon it, in a sense “throwing caution to the wind.” [...]