“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

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.

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.