“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

You dealt strongly with martial music and, in these terms, the music was used as a method of discipline rather than for freedom or spontaneity. You found that music had many purposes and uses and could be used in many ways, not only to inspire but to incite. To inspire love or to incite to violence. 1832 there to 1856, a very short life, under I believe a czar, and during this life, you met your present husband who was a young girl, the brother (sister?) of one of your students. This brief life taught you strongly, however, that music, as a portion of creativity, could be violently used by the state and by authority. You were at the time, extremely dogmatic, and you did not allow yourself full freedom with your instrument or with your life. You needed to know, however, the powers of music and the ways in which it could be used so that you would use it wisely, so there is no need to brood.

There is not one of you present in this room who cannot contact your own entity and have that entity heal your physical being, for it can use its abilities quite freely. It does not have your present hang-ups. It does not think it is fat, it does not think it has a bad neck. It does not think it has a bad foot. It can erase your difficulties as easily as you can erase a mistake on a painting, easily and swiftly and beautifully and 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.