“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

If you stand
at your porchstep
you can sense the
universe
at your fingertips.

Regardless of your circumstances, your condition in life, your training or your aptitudes, at your own threshold you stand at the center of all realities—for at your center all existences intersect. You are everywhere part of them, and they are of you. Each portion of the universe carries the knowledge of all other parts, and each point of a reality is (underlined) that reality’s center. You are, then, centered in the universe.

(Much slower after a long pause at 9:10:) Such considerations should naturally spark within you far vaster and yet far more intimate insights—insights in whose light the hazy rhetoric of prepackaged knowledge begins to disappear. As it does, so the speakers within each of you can rise to the surface of ordinary consciousness without being considered blabbermouths or mad men and women, or fools, without having to distort their information simply to bring it to your attention. The speakers are those inner voices that first taught you physical languages. You could be equally correct in calling them the voices of electrons or the voices of the gods, for each is a representation of All That Is, overflowing like a fountain both with knowledge and with love.

(Long pause at 9:22, then intently yet humorously:) When you stand at your physical doorstep you look inward at an incredible glowing psychological venture. I am not using symbols in such statements, and hidden within them are important homey clues. Period. Each spoon that you touch, each flower that you rearrange, each syllable that you speak, each room you attend to, automatically brings you in touch with your natural feeling for the universe—for each object, however homey or mundane, is alive with changes and comprehension.

Your physical universe began, again, then, from a dreaming center.