“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.

I have, to some extent, your histories before me and I see your giant steps and your tiny steps and I see where you trip. I am behind you in the dark and I give you a push when it is needed—not a hard push—a nudge. Ruburt would indeed push you and shove you.

Now, your candle episode was legitimate. It was not some breeze playfully passing by. Now I am a big wind playfully passing by. The candle was moved. The flame was moved, if my friend Ruburt will forgive me, by a friendly spirit who was within call. I can’t understand why he did not know the message was received.

(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.

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.

I am coming back! Now I will not keep you. When you want to try psy-time, think of me. Think of the small sphere upon which you have placed yourself and that you form it, the world and everything that you know, from within—and that the truths will come from within and not from without. Imagine the sun as being within you as indeed it is, and feel it shine through the seemingly boundless boundaries of your being.