“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.

Although I speak to you rather slowly this evening and regrettably without any words of profound weight, nevertheless I am with you more closely this evening than I have been in any other session, but I shall not give you the privilege of hearing my clear, birdlike tones until you have done more work. This does not only mean reading the material. It means the work involved in looking into yourselves. I cannot do this for you, and no one can do it for you, and no one can make you do it before you yourself are ready to look into the meaning of your own existence and your own personality.