“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, I would clear up one or two small points. First of all, I have been about to hear some of your excellent dissertations on my behalf. Secondly, I was also about when one member (Florence) of this class and another woman were working on my book. The other woman [was] your daughter, of course, I get about. You are all in a fine mood now and when I tell you you are awake, you are awake. There is no one that can wake you up like I can and in more ways than one. Ruburt will be on to me. He has a session tomorrow evening and he had a session last night, but he does not bother me over much.

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.

It was difficult for me to remain so quiet all evening long, but since I could not send you a postcard of thanks, I thought I would thank you personally. Ruburt enjoyed your sparkling brew so, and so now I also to some slight extent can enjoy it. Before this brings to your mind hilarious images of tipsy spirits, if you will excuse the pun, I will leave you to the rest and quiet in which I found you, perhaps.

([Florence:] “When I think of the millions and millions of lives that have been sacrificed in the name of Christ, in the name of God, the Jewish slaughtered back in the middle centuries with the—in the Crusades—in the name of Christ. You said the spirit of Christ had entered every person, and yet mankind does not reflect this. Watching the turmoil on television today, just one spark could have set off an explosion that would rock this country, just one Negro had been pushed around too much by a white policeman. Seth said before that there is not just one Christ, not just one person that did all the things that Christ did, but many people.”

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.