“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

One remark, I did not mean to imply that I had any hand at all in the healing process to which I referred earlier. My methods are my methods, and I do not believe in shortcuts. However, shortcuts are taken, and I have no disagreement with the methods of others. I am aware of them, and I am pleased that the process has begun. I am aware that the process has begun and I am aware of what is being done. I am a harder teacher. I am not taking credit, you see, for another man’s abilities. I am much more interested, unfortunately, in the more painful process involved in self-realization, spiritual insight, and psychological knowledge. I would demand that your husband know why (to Rose) and rid himself of the problem that was causing the symptoms. To relieve the symptoms is indeed pleasant, and human, and understandable. And I have no quarrel with this. But it is far more important to understand why you are creating a distortion in physical reality that concerns your own image. For the problem must be solved now or later. It is possible that the relief of symptoms will lead to psychological and spiritual regeneration, in which case it is doubly and triply beneficial. But problems within a personality and [sic] itself will manifest itself in one way or another unless the problem itself is solved.

(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.

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.