“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.

Now, if you will not break into many pieces, you may take your break—the clatter of pieces crashing to the floor would tax Ruburt’s new vacuum sweeper—or tax fingers that are breaking with fatigue.

(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.