“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

You will have your tales, but tonight is not the night of telling. Now. I have been here and I have not intruded, because you are learning to collect and use energy on your own. I did indeed however stand in front of each one of you and looked into your faces and you did not see me. It is some experience to stand before another and see no comprehension in his face—but I am used to it. Now. You (Jane and Sue) used your energy like a ball that a child plays with, both you and Ruburt. And you tossed it back and forth, but you did not collect and direct it properly, and we shall have to give you lessons. But you shall do the work.

(Very loud.) Now, in your terms, I am dead! How can you then be less lively? Why is it that I must tell you what vitality is when, in your terms, I am a gray ghost that flits through the darkness of the night—a face that peers through second story windows (in reference to Sue’s being frightened by a face that appeared at her window recently) and meets with no response but a sigh of horror. I visit my friends and they nearly faint. (Sue apologized.) Apologies always come later.