“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

In nature there are no accidents. If you do not take Ruburt’s word then at least listen to mine. You need not take mine but listen to it, and there are no accidents. Now, if you accept, my dear Lady of Florence, the possibility of the slightest, smallest, most insignificant accident then, indeed, you open Pandora’s box. For logically there cannot be simply one small accident, but a universe in which accidents are not the exception but the rule. A universe in which, therefore, following logically, your consciousness is a combination of an accidental conglomeration of atoms and molecules without reason or cause that will vanish into nonexistence forever even as, indeed, they would have come from nonexistence.

(To Ned.) Now, I have a word over here to our friend and it is this. If you would express yourself more often as you did in your paper, either through poetry or prose or painting, you would feel great release. You would also learn things about yourself, and you would recognize the strength of your own individuality and not feel as though you had to go running hunted through the grasses, all kinds of grasses. That is what you need.

Now, I will let you all take an unaccidental break. I have a warning for you—Ruburt is about to let his hair grow. If I hit myself on the head, I would want to know why.

Now if I had my own eyes to work with you would have something to complain about.

There are some similarities, and that is all I will say this evening because it would take me five hours to explain what I meant by that statement.

(To Janice.) There is much better communication between you and your children but not as yet between you and your husband. Now this will come. As Ruburt would say, play it cool.

(To Rachel) Now, in your own description of your experience you came close to making the connections of which I spoke, for the impression of the hand frightened you, that it was so old and decrepit and, subconsciously you connected it, at that time, with your foot when it was bad. You thought immediately in terms of the hand being old and dead. If you had not, the hand would have written. You were frightened for your own physical hand and, therefore, you stopped the flow of information that could have come. It was a subconscious connection on your part. You allowed yourself the freedom to begin with but then you interpreted the appearance of your hand as the hand of a very old woman and became frightened. Now, do you understand a little more? Then, by all means, have some brandy.