“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.

It is not my ego that remains, for I have shed egos as a snake sheds skin. It is my identity that remains and it is your identity that remains. Freedom knows its own control, but not the kind you are thinking of. Spontaneity, indeed, has its own discipline and is never applied from without. It is the other side of the coin. There is no such control, then. Spontaneity knows its own direction and the god is not fearful. Control is a result of fear.

You (this seemed directed to Rachel) have cultivated other gardens. There are joys that can lighten your burden. It is not your ego that you fight, although you have a model of an ego. You fight a memory that lingers on the outskirts of your mind. A transgression already forgiven—a storm already passed—a dark cloud already punctured. Now, you are naturally as free as air. The rest is a facade to hide the memory. Now, consciously you will not understand what I am telling you but unconsciously you will. The transgression has already been paid for. The penance is finished. When you realize that you are free you will be able to enjoy your freedom.

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.

I will even sometimes wander. Be quite assured that I will keep my eyes, figuratively speaking, upon you although I am not Big Brother spying upon your activities. But I know when you wander from your purpose and when you leap spontaneously toward it and when in the depths of your being you realize the depths of your abilities and deny them.