“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I have been here, as Ruburt knows well, through your class this evening, and he has given me permission, for I would not dare peek into this class unless he told me that I could do so. For such a small and slender snip he holds his own. We do, however, have a very good relationship, as I’m sure you know by now. And you understand, I know, my humor. My energy has been silent but potent in this room, like that bottle of wine that sits upon the table. But Ruburt knew that I would be here before class was over, and I come to you with no great pronouncements. The material is my pronouncement, and I back up the material with my presence. And when you read the material, then indeed you know who it is that has given it, and if you hear a laugh behind the material as you read it, let there be no doubt in your mind that I am here. While I do not follow you, tippety-toe, behind you to your school halls and your hallowed bank corridors, nevertheless I am aware, generally, of your activities, and I know when you are reading my material.

There is some understandable confusion there. Now, to end the suspense I will indeed shortly say good evening to you (after each previous trance we wondered if Seth would be back, since he hadn’t said good night, and he always says good night). Well, I am here, indeed I am here, and if you want to think of me as some UFO (earlier talking about someone mailing a card to Robbie, Jane and Seth, what or how would they address it), that is your privilege. When Ruburt receives my energy, often he does not know what to do with it. It radiates out from that small frame. He thinks that the energy collects about him until it could shatter the walls of the room. I can see the timbers falling upon your heads. A timberhead.

He is learning to contain and focus the energy that is mine. Would you prefer that I be as silent and solitary and quiet as a tiny pin that sits upon the blue rug? I can prick you all indeed and cut you up. Only because I make you think, do not ever believe that I would have you forget your banking [sic] intellect, for this is not the case, and if there is much I have not said to you, it is because you know already what I would say to you. I want you to realize that all personality exists beyond what you call the grave, and that what I am has been here in many guises, as indeed, so have you. And that the personal characteristics by which I have been known continue.

But the other personality that you find so alien is also my own. And the familiarity and the very human characteristics by which you know me are mine, but they are only a small portion of my identity. The energy that is used as I speak to you can be utilized in many ways, and the energy that is yours can be utilized in many ways. Watch the ways you utilize your energy. It goes forth from you and you do not realize consciously how it is going forth and what it is doing. This energy is a protection of your own personality and your own will and of your own spirit. Every man and woman has protection. Your astro-body [sic] is to some extent a projection and a protection. Do not be afraid of vitality nor of your own feeling. Others are protected from your own feeling, as you are protected to a large extent from theirs.

I should be a bishop, for the looks upon your faces, the reverence and the quiet and the awed expression. I am indeed honored. I feel, and I do indeed feel, as you with the perpetual motion leg will know, like a friend to all of you this evening and hardly like a bishop. Nor would I think of shattering a window to prove so paltry a point as the existence of my own unlimited vitality and energy. For my friend Ruburt would never allow it. However, my thoughts are strong. My only point in such unseeming [sic] and undignified, unbusinesslike and unconventional demonstration—I would make a poor bank president—my only point is to let you know that existence knows no barriers and a breeze and ease through blood and bone are born [sic]. I could and I would—and I would—enjoy speaking in such a manner until dawn, but you could never take it, and Ruburt would hide in the cellar for three days following.

Know, however, that your own emotions and your own feeling and your own vitality has such an energy and a power as my voice shows this evening. And it is your purpose to utilize and direct and focus your own energy. Ruburt is speaking for me—why do you cough (Rose)? Do not look so upset and embarrassed.