“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

This one here has come some long way and rides herself rather hard, because I am behind her with the whip. I would not use it. Now, since I am also going to be an author you must look upon me with some awe. Ruburt may not want me to get into the act. I should not joke about him for he is indeed as he said earlier, delighted. It is not often that we have this one here with us.

I am here most seriously because I am pleased with your interest in the material and because book 1 is here now and completed. The interest and the effort mean much to you and will work for your own benefit, beside the fact of course, that you will have in your possession an excellent manuscript. I am sorry that I do not move tables as well as AA, but were I interested in moving tables, I can assure that this one would fly through the window and end out in the middle of Water Street! I am more interested in other projectiles and other movement, thoughts that fly through your minds rather than tables that leap about the floor. These have far more reality and far more resources.

Some evening you may dance the hula through my aura. I will make it skip about the room. As long as you do your work and study, I am jovial. There is always a purpose behind what I say and behind what I do.

Now, I bid you good evening and welcome here. You have been given but glimpses of what I am trying to explain to you but what I will explain will make your own reality as you know it more meaningful and will give a logical and intuitive basis to it, which is lacking.

I came this evening because we had a guest and also because you would know that I had not indeed deserted you. I am here whether or not I speak, you see, and often I inspire Ruburt, so that when he speaks himself, he speaks for me. For I am crafty in my ways. Now, I do indeed give you my heartiest regards and wishes, and were it not for Ruburt’s wishes and the lateness of the hour and his concerns about the neighbors, I would continue. However, I also know that there have been parties going on in this room well past midnight. With music blaring from all the walls and no one said, “Turn off the music, for the neighbors will be worried.” I do admit my voice, as it came through here, may not be as melodious. I am no disc jockey. Nevertheless, there is a point here that my friend Ruburt would do well to take to mind. I will speak to you again shortly. I could not let you leave, you see, with heavy hearts and disappointed faces. Far be it for me to blacken your day and send you away without a present! Not that I compare myself with any Easter time gift, you understand. However, I know that you look forward to my jolly comments.

You had better all get on your toes and get to work or we will not have very many jolly comments. I do not come on tippy-toe like the white Easter bunny with a white floppy tail through the tulips! My material, you must admit, is rather heavy and can become ponderous at times, but you will understand yourselves far better and the world in which you live, and the tulips, if you study the material. And with that jolly little message, I will leave you all. I hope peacefully for this evening—I go reluctantly, but I do not leave quietly. I have come mainly to let you know that I am here.