“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

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!

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?

Realize that there are personalities that you cannot see physically, yet they are there. And look positively for them. Realize that there are voices you cannot hear with your physical ears, and listen for them inwardly.

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.