“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.

Now, you are here for one particular reason this evening whether you know it or not, and it is because you knew our new friends, the Greek twins (Valerie and Vanessa) and so you came when they attended class. Now you were at one time, in the same area given as for the twins, and give us a moment here. You were then a music teacher, teaching the flute mainly, but in the back of your mind you had a great plan which you were never able to bring to fruition in that particular life. And you dreamed a great dream and the dream had to do with an instrument called the piano, and you wondered how you could bring this instrument about and how it could be made and how it would work. And yet in your mind you heard the music. And when you taught the flute, in the back of your mind always, was the idea of the piano. So you tried to make the flute do things that the flute could never do.

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.

Now in this children’s tale pretend with me. Pretend with me that you sit here in a physical reality in one tiny unspeakably and unutterably small dot upon the physical planet called Earth. Pretend with me that you are presently sitting in a room in a town called Elmira, in a state called New York, that you are seated in a circle and that you are listening to me speak, and pretend with me that at the same time you are in a circle about me in another space and another time. Pretend with me that, in your terms, we were in another circle and in another star in a past inconceivably distant so that your physical brain cannot imagine it and that together, being nonphysical, we had a great dream. We imagined a physical reality and we imagined this moment and this time and there is no end to this children’s tale. There is never any end to a children’s tale. It is only adults that insist upon beginnings and endings. And imagine also, therefore, that within yourselves now are other far more wise selves and that within your eyes are other eyes as old as mine and other selves quite as ancient and quite as new and that these selves, within yourselves, look out at me and wink and in winking know what they know.