“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

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.

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.

Now what brings you here? Knowledge that you do not realize that you possess, yet you do possess it. I look back again at your past histories and to your probabilities and futures in your terms, and my, how you change. You would not know yourselves. Be good of heart. You have more staying power than you know and you (Amelia) should realize that you are also here for a reason and that you build more that garden roads.

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.