“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Give me a moment please...

Now I will let you get on with your class, and if I do not come through like the voice of spring you must forgive me. I enjoy being here. I quite intend to attend your classes. I shall see what a good teacher your Ruburt is, and I shall correct him if he makes errors.

I am in the position of teaching Ruburt and Joseph, and their responsibility is to teach others. They could accept this situation or not. The choice was up to them. Their own development however would not be as complete had they chosen to ignore the responsibility. They know me and they have known me well in past lives, you see, so I was not the stranger to them that they thought I was. This is their last reincarnation, and I tell you it is much easier to solve your problems now than to solve them later, and they are solving theirs now. And in solving theirs, they are helping others also.

Ruburt has always had a difficulty—if he will forgive me—in integrating the various abilities that are his. He was either so intellectual that you could not understand him when he spoke or so intuitive that you could not understand him when he spoke. The duty he imposed upon himself this time was to integrate these two strong aspects of himself, and he has had his difficulties in doing so. We have known each other many times, Ruburt and Joseph and I.

Now there is no place in those terms. In the first place there is no such thing as a place—no heaven in terms of a location. You form your ideas of space. Existence forms its own reality. Your physical senses form your idea of space. This same so called space within this room also contains me and others like me. Space is your illusion. With your physical senses you only recognize a small portion of reality. That which you recognize, you call physical. But more exists within what you call the space of this room, and you do not perceive it.

Consciousness takes up no space in your terms. It forms what space is. When consciousness needs space in which to operate, it creates space. When it is resting it does not need space and it does not create it in these terms. It becomes concentrated energy falling back in upon itself in sleep and rest. Knowledge within your brain does not take up physical space within your brain. Dreams help form your personality, but they do not take up physical space. Your personality does not take up physical space. What you are exists independently of both space and time. When you are resting between reincarnations, you rest in a dimension in terms of space and time. You come back into space and time if you desire to reincarnate. Where I am, space and time as you define it, do not exist. I can take advantage of them to some degree to speak to you, but to me they are transparent and they do not basically exist.

Now, Ruburt’s eyes work much better when I am in control of them. I see each of you now with Ruburt’s eyes closed as you have been in past reincarnations and as you will be. And with Ruburt’s eyes closed there is some difficulty for I must focus psychically in order to find you as you think you are now, for I see all of you. I see all of what you are. But it is difficult for me, with Ruburt’s eyes closed, for me to see you as you imagine yourself to be at this particular point in space and time. With Ruburt’s eyes open, I can see you as he sees you as a particular personality in this particular space and time and then, you see, I can place you within your own development.

We were, indeed. Our slight friend Ruburt here was indeed upon occasion, a rather lecherous old fellow, and I was a saintly type. I was, forgive me, his mother. Now I am attempting to set up here with you a personal contact, not for myself but for you.

Now, Ruburt and I banter, we banter back and forth and I am a rare one and he is a rare one, but all of this is based on spiritual understanding and on peace, and joy do you have. You may cough. Have a good one. Do you have any idea of the energy it takes for me to speak to you in terms like this or the degree of manipulation which Ruburt needs and I need? For indeed I have no wish to burst his lungs apart. Yet I tell you that this bit of energy is minute and nothing in comparison to the energy that is within each of you now and that you are not using. The energy that you are not using and the abilities that are yours.

Now, my friend Ruburt has sent me certain signals—they say the voice is too loud, the neighbors will complain. He is most possibly correct. I will therefore leave you, but I remember you, and you shall remember my words. I have, after all, not come here for nothing.