“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I told you once (to Florence)—and I tell you all—in your quiet moments to say “Who am I?” And listen—listen then. Do not answer yourself. But listen. And the answers will come to you. And this is nourishment. You cut yourselves off from such nourishment—as if a flower said, “I will not accept the rain because I do not understand it—and, intellectually I do not know what makes it rain and, therefore, I will not accept the rain.” Or, “I do not know what the sun is; therefore, I will not accept its rays.” And so the flower would be destroyed in its form.

You are utterly dependent upon the life force—without which you could not lift your finger. We are all utterly dependent upon the life force, without which there would be no individuals, and this you must accept. The plant is not dependent upon you. It is dependent upon the life force. It is you who have placed the plant in the particular circumstances in which it is now. Basically, the plant is not dependent upon you. And if the life force did not fill the plant, no amount of watering would make it grow. And if the consciousness within the leaves did not sing with the vitality of existence, then no amount of chemicals would make it live.

Ruburt has told you what I will say: You must know that you can hold your own in the universe that you know at this time. You must know that you can hold your own in a relationship. To run pell-mell into another relationship will be no answer—for you will not have solved those problems that have caused your present dilemma. Now this is all I will say for now. But again, the answers are there—and they are within yourself—and for your own development, it is you who must seek them from yourself and find them. (I am referring to “another” relationship, but the same applies to your present wife.)

Now. It is hard for me to tell you that you are a merry rose in a happy garden (to Florence. Laughter from the class.) You only see the thorns. It is hard for me to remind you of the seriousness—and yet of the joy of your existence. And that is why I told our friend that his humor could be his salvation. A child discovers many truths in play and so can you—if you allow yourselves the freedom of spontaneous mental and psychic play. Also because of the mechanics involved, I cannot dance like your Tiny Tim, “through the tulips.” (Laughter from the class.) But I do beseech each of you to look within yourselves for that joy that is your own—and to accept it. It is not that the joy is not present, but that you refuse to acknowledge it. Now. I admit that I sound old and ponderous—and yet, I would go tip-toeing through the tulips—and not feel a loss of dignity—nor worry about who saw me.

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.