“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now, all of you gather strength when you are here and you use it in your own ways. The place is like a touchstone. You are afraid to touch it too much for fear of getting burned and I know this. You want to know but not too much too fast. I know this and it does not bother me so I don’t see why it should bother our friend (Ruburt) here.

Now, your autumn comes. Let it remind you that all things within your system sleep and then awaken, and that jokes constantly told, are no longer funny. They must lie in wait for a while and then reincarnate—spring up anew. True jokes are mysteries and are not jokes as you understand them.

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, all of you will get your precious reincarnational data in one way or another. I will let my friend take his break.

No stimuli is ever accidental. No stimuli is ever accidental. I repeat the sentence so you can understand it. You are never controlled. God is creativity and he creates creativity or other creators. Creativity of necessity, because of its nature, leads to further development and existence—to further creations. Control leads to rigidity, nonexistence and the negation of all. In the terms that are usually used, perfection would be death and annihilation, for it presupposes an end beyond which no progress is possible. Creativity always knows that further development always lies latent. New possibilities grow constantly from the heart and spirit. To control is to court rigidity. No God knows the word or the meaning of control, nor does he exert control as far as his abilities are concerned, for it would lead to dead alleys, and spirituality would go and leave him dried up as a fruit pit.

Now discipline is knowing how to use spontaneity and only the fear of blessed spontaneity brings sadness, for it impedes progress and puts boulders in your path. Step lightly. You leap from truth to truth. Truths are not heavy. They are light. They are light in weight and in illumination. They fill you without effort. Truth keeps you sitting upright in your chairs and the blood pounding in your veins and allows me to come to this room. If you hide behind a tree in a game of hide and seek, then truth is the tree. It is you who think you hide, for it is a part of you and all that you are. It is you as much as it is me and it is abundant and spontaneous and is not controlled.

For if you listen inwardly, you can hear the first words spoken upon your planet. You can hear the yawn from Rachel that fills this so quiet room. You can hear the first breath and the last breath that will be breathed in your terms upon this planet. You have only to close your eyes and look inward. You have only to realize that truth is a joyful thing and not to be feared. You have only to realize that all the time is within you now. You have only to close your eyes and see—as now, if all of you are quiet you can feel the cosmic breezes blow through your cheeks, and yesterday flies through your skull like clouds disappearing. You have only to recognize the creativity within yourself. You have only to listen to your creative drive within you. For as surely as you sit and exist in this room, you exist beyond this room. When you go to sleep, you are free.