“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

And if the life force did not sustain you, then you could cry, “I am I!” to nothing, for there would be no self to cry. Each of us is dependent upon the spirit of life—without which there is no life—without which there is no vitality—and no song and no mind to question. The cells within your fingers know this reality and this joy. Let it then fill your own being! Listen to the knowledge within the cells of your fingers and they will teach your intellect what joy is—and from this your intellect can learn to sing! Include yourself in with the vitality of the universe, you cannot say no to it. And even when you say “no” to it, you are shouting “yes” as long as you live! Then shout yes with joy -the cells of your body shout yes.

The entities that were to dwell within your system prepared the system for their entry. And the inner self of each personality cooperates to maintain the physical world that you know.

The intellect was meant to be an aid—you are using your intellect as a dictator (to Florence)—and you are allowing this dictator to send your intuitional self into exile. And this you must not do.

Imagine, as a simple technique, that you are what you are—a consciousness with all the potentials of development—even those potentials that you do not understand. For it is only you that set up limitations. Your self is infinite. If you would but realize this fact, then you could begin to experience joy and your true identity. And it is not difficult—if you ask yourself—“Who am I?”—and listen for the answer. Then, the answer will come in terms of subjective experience.

You will realize that you are not a physical self standing at the window in the middle of the night looking out upon a sleeping world—but that you are a creative consciousness who helps form the sleeping world.

And you will realize that there are no limitations to the self except those that you insist upon—because of your own limited conceptions—and that joy is still yours, it has always been yours, and after more lives than I should tell you, that joy is still mine.