“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The motion seemed to be all exterior, from the too-warm wind that blew into my small studio from the back hill, to the shadows of moving foliage outside that flickered across the floor.

[...] “I’ve got the nostalgic, uneasy feeling that he’s going to wind up the book soon,” she said, “especially after listening to that material just before the Atlantis stuff: I didn’t feel that way when I had the session, but I do now. [...]

(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 after-effects of a meltdown. [...]

The wind on the arm blows the hair,
And at the base, a golden mole,
Such a speck as a peach might have,
But the hair arches back to show a gaping hole,
And each ounce of flesh is a fence,
Erected roundly and snug
About hidden landscapes, suns, and shadows,
Inroads laced with prickly shrubs.
Peer through. [...]

[...] These, in this particular other dimension, appear as something that could be compared to the winds that sweep across your own earth.

In all relaxation exercises he should imagine himself as fluid, as wind or water, and not as a statue. [...]

[...] Naturally, high winds or snowstorms used to exhilarate him and act as stimuli, but overall his physical being always exhibited its greatest health, flexibility and exuberance in the other seasons. [...]

[...] There are two main areas and issues that wind in and out of this dream, as in the other two: the idea of work and service in relation to the idea of art and creativity. [...]

[...] The wind had been hitting 40 MPH in gusts, and our apartment had been chilly all day. [...]

Seeds are blown by the wind, and so reproduce their kind. [...]

with the rightness of storm winds

(Jane said that tonight her voice felt as though it was being projected out of her as she dictated, that she was swept along by energy other than her own, “like a sail filled with wind.” [...]

[...] Feelings will appear more often in the changing mobility of water, wind, weather, skies and changing color. [...]

[...] When he spoke of wind she felt like wind, as any child will unself-consciously identify with the elements.

[...] Forgive me if this is a trite analogy, I almost hate to say it, but it bends with the wind. It does not bend when there is no wind. [...]

The trees in a landscape painting cannot physically move with the wind that may blow through the three-dimensional room. [...]

[...] I am not really suggesting that you act on blind faith, but such a session is a symptom of something in the wind that should be watched, even if Ruburt blocks the full details.

(11:49 P.M. By now it should be obvious that this session is an excellent example of the way Seth often winds our questions and concerns into book dictation, couching his answers so that they also fit the larger framework he has in mind. [...]

[...] The top complexion tone lay on this lightly, as if a wind could blow it away, and of course he suggests this. [...]

[...] The night was very cold; a bitter wind struck at the house again and again, rattling the blinds in the heavy metal awnings on the western side of the living room where we sat.)

[...] The bitter wind banged the metal awnings outside; the local forecast was for a temperature of zero degrees to five/ten below. [...]