“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.

(V. whispered to T. asking if he was watching the tape.) I sipsise (?) [sic] whispers. I should perhaps address myself here, to this toy. I should forget you all and speak to it so that my tones may then be immortalized forever. My tones are indeed immortalized forever, but your tones are also immortalized forever. And this is what you must realize and understand, for if my presence permeates this room, so does your combined presence permeate this room and any room in which you have lived.

There was some definite information I wanted to give to you, which I have given. If my friend here would permit it, and he will not, I could easily shatter the glass of the window with as little effort as is required for a child to breathe. Far be it for me to give such childish demonstrations.

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.