“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

([Seth II:]) You do not understand multidimensional personality structures. This does not mean that they do not exist. It is true that our reality cannot be translated in your emotional terms. Emotions, as you know of them, represent but the smallest glimmerings of our reality. We have always watched... We are the watchers and the protectors... and you have never been alone. We tend you carefully as a gardener tends his beloved plants. We are concerned over your growth and your nourishment. There are developments within your own identities with which you are not presently aware. And yet we have always given you paths to understanding and have ascertained that within you  some answers could be found. You are in a period of development. And we do care in a way that you cannot now understand. The answers to questions you have asked can be found if you will look inward, and they will appear in terms that you can understand. You are indeed learning to be creators... and you are already, in your terms, creators. And by the products of your creations shall you learn to see yourselves and know what you are. And through the mirror of physical reality do you see materialized the inner selves. And through your creations shall you realize your abilities and your responsibilities even as we.

([Seth:]) Now. You are, I hope in the midst of a garden of consciousness... and as a flower blooms, so are you made to bloom. And as a flower is supposed to flower, so are you meant to flower. You cannot see the garden although you are in it. But there are emanations that are invisible to you. These are your thoughts and mental images and they spring out from you, as the petals spring out from a flower, but you can see the petals of a flower and you are not consciously aware of these other images. But these other images result in the world that you know and it is a garden... and there are ugly plants there that you have created. And there are poisonous plants there that you have created. And this is a garden that you have created. And I would be very happy if I were you... that there was someone around to keep order... and to keep an eye on things and to take care of  your spiritual nourishment when you had forgotten what the spirit was.

And yet, as a gardener sometimes at night walks through his garden and observes his plants—and gives added fertilizer to some—and waters others—and arranges others so that they get more sun—so your own entity walks through your soul and whispers instructions. And it would do you all well to listen!

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.