“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

You can use your intellect and your emotions. One need not block out the others. The ideas in my material will open up your eyes, your inner eyes. You will begin to look at your universe as you have never looked at it before. The camouflage world is beautiful, but more exists that you do not see. Look where you see nothing with your physical eyes, and you shall find (much?) that will amaze you. Listen where you hear nothing, and you will hear much that will amaze you. Now my friend Ruburt may take a break or end the session as he prefers. I myself am delighted to speak to you. I have been here since you entered the room and I shall be here until you leave it. You know more than you realize, and your own inner knowledge will always propel you to find the answers that you seek... On some occasion I will speak in a less weighty manner. I am [restrained] by the vehicle through which I speak. I do indeed give you the blessings that are mine to give.

Now according to what you have been taught, my friend Ruburt should be mad (crazy) but he is not. According to what you have been told, you are created of physical matter and you cannot escape it, and this is not so. According to what you have been taught, you must disintegrate as you grow old and this is not so. The physical matter of which you are seemingly composed will disintegrate (in physical death) but you will not disintegrate.

You are what you are, and you shall be more. Don’t be afraid of change, for you are change, and you change as you sit before me. All action consists of change, for otherwise there would be a static universe, and indeed death would then be the end. As Seth you know me as an old man, but I have been a young woman. Change joyfully.

Do not be afraid but change with the seasons, for you are more than the seasons and you form the seasons, as they are the reflections of your psychic climate. (This was a phrase left out earlier. Seth spoke so quickly it was difficult to take notes.) I had better leave you, for you are indeed mad scribblers. We need a recorder for if I speak naturally, you cannot take it down.

I am joyful though there is no physical heart that I have claim to. And I am in this room, though there is no object within which you can place me. And you are not within any object. You are as disembodied as I. You have a vehicle to use, a body that you call your own, and this is all. I borrow Ruburt’s, with his consent, but what I am is not dependent upon atoms or molecules, and what you are is not dependent upon physical matter. Your own consciousness is part of each season. You are not limited by the bones of your skull.

There are realities and systems within this room that you do not (consciously) perceive, but your inner senses perceive them.