“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now, you are together in ways you do not understand. Someday I will explain them. You have come here for your own reasons and though you should know what your reasons are, someday I will tell you.

Now, although I admit I usually come to you with a voice like a musical thunder, with a voice that seems to weigh a thousand pounds, that seems to plop into the room, yet I can also come lightly as a leaf and be here when you do not know. (Florence tried to smother a cough and Seth boomed out.) You may cough to your heart’s content. You may all cough and have a coughing session!!

Now, do not walk so heavily the paths of earth. Walk lightly. The weight you carry is not physical. It is not physical pounds that weigh you down. Your own identities will enlighten you. There is no need for you to concentrate so avidly and exclusively upon the physical paths. You have walked other paths.

Now what brings you here? Knowledge that you do not realize that you possess, yet you do possess it. I look back again at your past histories and to your probabilities and futures in your terms, and my, how you change. You would not know yourselves. Be good of heart. You have more staying power than you know and you (Amelia) should realize that you are also here for a reason and that you build more that garden roads.

There is no reason to fear your inner selves. It is to your inner selves that I speak. They will not betray you, only betray you with truth and that is an honor indeed. The light will not blind your eyes but open new eyes you do not know you possess, give you freedom you do not know... Only truth will give you a sense of humor.

(Sally softly cleared her throat.) A polite cough, indeed. Now were I a kind and well-known beloved uncle who has passed over, you could perchance see me, but for now you must be content with the little of me that I am able to portray through Ruburt’s personality. There should be occasions when Ruburt’s features will change to some considerable extent when I speak to you, but you will have to be content for now with that part of me you can sense. You will perceive more of me as time goes by. I will not come playing hopscotch, jumping through the window like Peter Pan. It is not my style. But I tell you that you will perceive me more clearly than you do now.

You (to Amelia) may take your leave. You do not need to raise your hand.