“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Our Lady from Florence over here is filled with questions that she would ask you. The questions tumble from her mind indeed like heavy blocks. And yet, you have not asked them. He is a good one to answer them for you. And he has answers for them.

Our other friend (Brad) is playing with his crutches—tossing them in the air a bit—practicing a two-step without them. But we need more than that. You have book one of the material. I tell you that that information is practical information. You can put it to use. I am flattered that you pick it up and look at it now and then. You may have it bound in gold or leather and keep it as a keepsake. But it will do you little good unless you use it.

You must become more aware of your inner selves—they are not all that horrible. You still fear, as our Lady of Florence, that there is a cellar door—a cellar door to your mind—to your inner self. And, if you open it, all sorts of demons will emerge. And if there are any angels, the demons will gobble them up before you ever get to see them. Instead, I tell you, as I have told you before, you are more than you know. And it is up to you to find your own reality. I cannot give it to you. I can point you in the direction—but the experience is personal and the experience is subjective and the journey is one that you must make and that you must make alone. I cannot make it for you. I have my own journeys to make...and detours here. And any problems that you have I have had them—so look at me and know how indestructible you are!

I use Ruburt’s body, with his permission, because he is a friend of mine. You use your own bodies—they are the vehicles that you wear. As Ruburt would say, they’re the space garments you don in order to dwell upon your earth. They are not you—you use them—use them joyfully and gladly and well but do not identify with them for they are not you. I have used and discarded more bodies than I would desire to count. And had I really died with even one of those bodies, I would not be speaking to you now—and you would not be sitting beside me. For you have also spoken with many tongues.

It is always up to the individual. There is no predestination. And there is no one who tells you what you must do. The answers are within yourself then as the answers are within yourself now.

Now there are many ways—but only one real way. And the way is to begin the journey, as Ruburt told you, into the nature of your own consciousness for the answers are within you andnot out from you—and no one can tell you the answers. Now in one way, each individual will find his own answer—and yet all answers, in another way, are one.

You must dissociate yourself from the person that you know. Close your eyes. Imagine anything that you like that is pleasant to you. It makes no difference what it is. Then imagine yourself stepping apart from yourself in whatever way you choose. And then imagine that all about you there is another dimension and you need only take one step at a time—and you will find your answers. You have only to begin. There is an adventure and it is within you. And there are answers, and they are within you—and you can find them. Now. You have more questions?

Now. I have been, in my many pasts, an intellectual gentleman and a frivolous female. And yet I will tell you, that as a frivolous female who loved to play with a ball in the bright afternoon and had no chores to perform, seemingly an idle life and seemingly a quite useless personality—I was not burdened with intellect—and yet in that one particular life I learned more about the nature of spontaneity and joy than in many of my ponderous intellectual existences.