“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The individual body is what it is because it exists in the context of others like it. By this I mean that a given present body presupposes a biological past of like creatures. It presupposes contemporaries. If, for example, one adult human being were perceived by an alien from another world, certain facts would be apparent. Even though such an alien came upon a lone member of your species in otherwise uninhabited land, the alien could make certain assumptions from the individual’s appearance and behavior.

(Long pause.) If the “earthling” spoke, the alien would of course instantly know that you were communicating creatures, and in the vocal sounds recognize patterns that contained purpose and intent. To one extent or another, all creatures use language (underlined), implying a far vaster sociobiological relationship than is usually supposed. From [the earthling’s] appearance the alien would be able to deduce — if it did not already know — the proportions of the various elements upon your planet; this being surmised from your method of locomotion, appendages, and the nature of your physical vision.

The seasons must retain some stability. The rains must fall, but not too much. The storms must rage, but not too devastatingly. Behind all of this lies a biological and psychic cooperative venture. All of this could be perceived by our hypothetical alien from one lone human individual; and we will return to our alien later on.

(“Has earth been visited by alien life?”)

[...] Alien lives can’t see each other. [...]

(Slowly:) The part of Augustus who felt powerful and alien became personified. When Augustus felt threatened then the conscious mind switched over, accepting as operating procedure the system of beliefs in which Augustus saw himself as all-powerful, secure — but as alien. [...]

[...] Augustus Two believes that he is an alien. [...]

[...] Augustus One would first develop a splitting headache, and then this alien from outer space would arrive: the commanding male that Augustus One was not.

He was, of course, a despot, and he did indeed set up his own alienated kingdom. [...]

[...] Around the area there was a land of law, so that the situation was contained, and the temple people were aliens in that land. [...]

In the dream state, languages and images are wedded in a way that seems alien only because you have forgotten their great alliance. [...]

[...] There are multitudinous levels that can be plunged into, with various life forms, diverse and alien, but nevertheless interconnected and dependent one upon the other. [...]

[...] We are still alert to other quite alien systems of reality that flash on the very outskirts of consciousness as we know it. [...]

[...] They have evolved along different lines, and their psychological structures would be alien to your own.

In other words, the environment, conditions, and methods of perception will not be alien. [...]

[...] Such conditions certainly are not alien. [...]

[...] What I say is one thing, but the pupil of course is thrust into psychological and psychic behavior and experience that may seem quite alien to him on a conscious level.

[...] While within the systems in which I work there are certain basic similarities, in some dimensions I would not be equipped to be a teacher simply because the basic concepts of experience would be alien to my nature, and the learning processes themselves outside of my own experience.

[...] He thought, as you did, that artistic abilities were like alien flowers in an unfriendly land, that had to be force-fed and protected at all costs.

After-death experiences will not seem so alien or incomprehensible if you realize that you encounter similar situations as a normal part of your present existence.

The methods are available, however, and those who do use them will not find themselves alienated when the full focus of their attention is turned in that direction after death.

[...] There are personalities far more developed than my own; there are personalities that operate in a context that even I would find extremely alien, but no particle of individuality is ever lost, and no experience.

[...] Always there is the expansion of consciousness, though the lines of these progressions may be quite alien to your own. [...]

[...] A touch of an alien nature to which it did not freely respond. [...]

[...] You will feel alienated from your dreams since you are trying to make them follow a pattern that is not yours.

If these are blocked in the same manner also, then the entire mind-body relationship becomes alienated from itself. [...]

[...] There are multitudinous levels that can be plunged into with various life forms, diverse and alien, but nevertheless interconnected and dependent one upon the other. [...]

[...] Nevertheless telepathy will enable your race to make its first contact with alien intelligence. [...]

[...] The contact made will be from one male to another, although the alien male, from another camouflage galaxy, will be more involved than you consider possible.

You are bombarded with such “alien intrusions” constantly. [...]

[...] So these “alien intrusions” do the same, and the dreams are like the raindrops, for at other “higher” levels they may have quite a different form indeed.

Because it is intimately connected with other portions of the self it does not basically feel alienated or alone, but proudly acts as the director of the conscious mind’s focus. [...]

[...] I told you (at the beginning of this chapter) that it was important to realize the ego’s position as the most “exterior” portion of the inner self, not alienated but looking outward to physical reality. [...]

[...] Around you, you found, were men who had traveled other roads—your neighbors, and you felt yourselves to be aliens. [...]

[...] You found yourselves surrounded, however, by men whose life-style is completely alien to your own. [...]

You have trained your consciousness to follow certain patterns that are not necessarily natural for it, and these patterns increase the sense of alienation between the waking and dreaming self. [...]

[...] To a large degree this sense of alienation would vanish.

[...] I felt … the weirdest kind of … armor, the alien yet tough and resilient claw instead of flesh in our terms. Then my shoulders and the whole top area of my back began to turn into a great eagle, wings flapping; the surging power and alien sensations were astounding….