“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Do you think that when you grow old you will become shriveled and come to nothing? Such is far from the case. Indeed, then as a “nothing,” I speak very loudly. When circumstances permit I shall make myself rather better known in this room... There are certain rules that my friend Ruburt places upon me, one that I hold my voice under control, and so I will endeavor to do so.

Though you cannot find me, you know that I am here. Though your own parents seem to disappear before your eyes and vanish into eternity forever, so it seems that all that you are will also disappear. I can assure you that your parents will live. I can assure you that death is another beginning, that when you are dead, you are not silenced. For is this silence? Is this presence that you sense here now within this room, death? I am more alive than many who walk the face of your planet now. More alive than some of your professors and friends, for aliveness is dependent upon the state of your consciousness, dependent upon your awareness, your ability to perceive and to feel.

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.

I am here to tell you that what you are is not even dependent upon what you feel or touch... You cannot touch me and yet you know I am here in the room...

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.

(Voice very loud and powerful here. Janet said though she knew it was corning from me, Jane, still it seemed to come from all around the room.)

My friend Ruburt may take a break or end the session as he prefers. You may think of me as an old man and yet my joy circles this room as a bluebird might fly from corner to corner. And my essence, like air, fills the room as your essence, like air, fills the room.