“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

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 there are some past-life reasons for your attitudes and also for the profession in which you find yourself, and we will go into those. But first of all you must understand that you can draw health to yourself and vitality and strength and that you are not at the mercy of any poor crawling germs or little flying monsters that come to attack you or your family, nor are you at the mercy of any fact. Now I tell you this because there is a connection in your mind and illness becomes to you the symbol of something far different and far more profound. It becomes in your mind the symbol of evil which attacks you in your mind in small ways to small illnesses. Now, this you have created for yourself and you can cease creating it. And now go home and feel well.

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.

Even to you when you are used to such praise in the past life of which I told you.