“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(To Rose C.) Now this friend would like some information, and she has wanted it for some time. Ruburt knows this also. Ruburt also knows that our friend has wondered often why the information was not given. Now let us take a moment. There were reasons, incidentally, why you were not given the information earlier and the reasons should be apparent to you, if you think about the matter for you have a tendency to brood. You brood about the experiences of this life, and then you want me to give you information about five other lives so you can brood five times as much. Now it matters not what information you are given for unless you change your attitude you will find something there to brood upon. So I will give you a few goodies and hold back some other information until you can tell me that your attitude has changed.

In the third quarter of your life there was some strong physical difficulty that prevented you from plying your trade, and during this period more and more you began to emphasize in your mind the reality of this strange instrument called the piano, and in your mind you composed for it. You were connected with a man named Aurelius. He was a statesman and you were for some time connected with his household. Your music was your god and your purpose for living. You gave it everything that you had, and in 18th-century Germany you became a well-known pianist. Now give us a moment. The name appears to be—the last name Ramburg, the first name, I believe, though I am not as certain, Marc. Now your middle name was Aurelius and it was a throwback. There was a small town near Hamburg and here you were a teacher of music, and a pianist in a school that seemed to be connected with a gymnasium or the school was called a gymnasium.

The music represented your main interest then in several lives, but behind this has always been an interest in emotions translated into some kind of creativity such as music or art; but also, at times an oversusceptibility to emotions so that they drove you, and you could find no escape from them. And you would take one emotion and follow it with great obsession until you found where it led. You were not able to separate yourself from your emotions and to some extent you are learning that now. You are learning that you must. They are not horses to drive you.

You visited one place that was also a scene from a past experience. This from a life in England before the German experience, and this a long life in which you were a woman and unmarried. You were cultured for the times but without way, and made a living writing letters for other people. You had a fondness for music but all your life you copied the notes and letters of others. You learned discipline, for to a large extent you did not allow yourself to express your own creativity but put yourself at the service of the communication of others. You did not allow yourself, even, to communicate through music.

Now, I will tell you a children’s tale. Once upon a merry time, on a distant star, there lived a fine people. They were not physical people, in your terms, and if you traveled to that star now in your spaceships you would not see them. You would walk through their fields and think that the land was barren. You would land in your spaceships and though the whole populous came out to greet you, you would see no one.