“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I can imagine a lovely scene where bodiless individuals, spiritual psychologists and I, sit in a dark room all dressed in gowns at another level of reality, and they ask me what is wrong with me and I say—I am obsessed. I have it in my head that there is a physical reality somewhere where objects have shape and form—where there are things like trees and people and streetcars and a strange thing called progress. And where people believe in things like ghosts and demons all on the same line, seeing little difference between them and I imagine in my most schizoid (Doug—“that’s what I said”) moments that there is a woman called Jane Butts in a strange, funny little town in a completely fantastic place called Elmira, New York. And I have the delusion that I speak through this woman and look out through her eyes at the most fantastic creatures imaginable.

But they have no way to treat me. Because they are behind me, the scene is too good to miss and they have never seen a psychology like your own. For if my reality now seems strange to you—your reality seems very strange to me and do not forget that these now familiar characteristics by which you know me are only those that I use as teaching methods. The portion of myself that I show to make my point.