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(Seth withdrew. During break, Florence brought up the question of the will of God—whether God has control over what happens to us, etc. Seth suddenly spoke:)
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.
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.
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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.
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