“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

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.

I need not spare you, spare yourself, young man. Your many individual thoughts blend for me. I know where they are coming from, but they blend into not too harmonious an orchestra. I am not musically inclined, however.

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.