“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

My friend here (Rachel) was ready to leave. I did not think it would be dignified of me to grab her by the dress collar and to bring her back. Last week and this week I am coming through, but then there will be again a period of study. I come through to encourage you. I could have waited until our friend here was at the front door, and yelled with Ruburt’s lungs to call her back. My keeper here would not permit it, however.

Now there have been several developments here in class with these two (Vera and Theodore) and there are other developments which should come in this class. And before I speak to you again, I expect to see that these developments have, indeed occurred. And when I pat you on the back you will know.

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.

When I come in this class I do so so that you realize the knowledge that is in the material comes through a personality, and that I am not some “ditto.” I have been here emotionally, hardly hidden in the folds of the curtains. I want you to realize that the material has been sifted through my experience. That the words are not dead, as indeed I am far from dead. A livelier spirit you have never encountered! The material, in other words, is given by me, a living personality, to you, and you are living personalities. We dwell in different dimensions but vitality and personality dwell in all dimensions. This room is saturated with my presence as if you had sprinkled it with that heady wine, aged wine. Indeed, I do not find it remarkable that you consider me a personality since, indeed that is what I am. Nor do I find it remarkable that you were not frightened. I do not consider myself a frightening phenomenon. Indeed, I find some of you much more frightening. I enjoy sitting here quietly, picking up your thoughts.

(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.

We have here in the room unbeknown to all of you a perpetual motion machine (Rachel swinging her leg). This leg here.

Now when I speak to you as I have this evening, my purpose, my one and main purpose, is to let you sense the endless vitality that is mine, though you, in conventional terms, would designate me by some ridiculous word—survival personality, as Ruburt says, or “spirit” or “dead.” My vitality is the same vitality that is your own. I am not here, in your terms, but I am very much here.

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.

I will be here, I will be silent for a change. If you miss your classes, I will know it. And I may indeed choose to speak precisely when you do not come, for I am sly. And to get my material across, and to get you to develop, I use many educational aids.