“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.

Now, you have made physical reality something different than was intended. You did this through using your own free will, your egos have become overdeveloped, overly specialized. They are focused so strongly within physical reality and physical reality is far more painful than was originally intended. You are indeed in very strong respects within a dream. It is you who have made the dream too vivid. You were to work out problems and challenges, but you were always to be aware of your inner reality and of your true home. To a large extent you have lost contact with this. You have focused so strongly upon physical reality that it has become, indeed, reality. The only reality that any of you know.

One small point here for my friend Ruburt, and that is that I did, indeed, enjoy the Saturday evening session. It was amusing to see such a good counterfeit image of myself (Carla C.).

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.

Give me a moment. Your Dr. King is now precisely what he always was. The man who killed him believes he has killed a man, and ended consciousness forever and blotted out for eternity something that existed for a very brief time. And to believe that you have done such a thing is indeed pitiful. To bring yourself to do such a thing, when this is what you believe, is indeed pitiful. But your errors and your mistakes luckily enough are not real and do not affect reality. For Dr. King indeed exists.