“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The seed goes into the earth, however, and in the wintertime in any of your suburban gardens here beneath the snow are all these seeds. They are being nurtured, but do they in this darkness, therefore, look about them and say, “This is a time of death? There is nothing else for me and my existence is meaningless? How is it that I remember a time in which I blossomed? How is it I vaguely remember a summer in a time in which I was strong and spontaneous and free? What has happened to the summertime, and will it never come again for me?” That is what you are doing now. Our seed, however, who does not have this fine intellect that sits so nicely beneath your hair and within your skull, our seed without the intellect, rests joyfully within the earth knowing it is in the midst of creativity and that from within it, again, another flower will spring. And it does not deny the earth that gives it birth. It knows within itself, and it is this knowledge that you can find again. It is within you now. [...]

Now, this has happened to each of you, or will happen, for it is indeed, as Ruburt said earlier, it is the night of the sword. And yet it is a time that you cannot ignore and it is a crossroad that you cannot avoid, for it is there for a reason. And all the answers that have been given, and all those answers you have told yourself, will be as nothing. And it will seem that all your friends are but ghosts that pass in the night with no meaning. [...]

This is a crossroads that comes, not only to you, but to each individual upon the face of the planet and in every time it comes when an individual realizes that they are using all the resources that they have, and that they are not getting the results that they wanted. [...] When they look back on their childhood and realize that, in that time, there was great magic and great rejoicing and great freedom and they ask, “Where has it gone?” It is a crisis that comes to each soul born in flesh. [...]

[...] The high and mighty intellect that deals with the world of sense is not all. The validity and the vitality of your existence is far more than this. And when you find your intellect, alone, cannot give you the answers, and that it cannot bring you joy and that it brings you no closer to the fountain of existence, then you begin asking the proper questions. [...] Your soul, your inner self, your reality, is experience. It is this upon which you must base your life. [...]

[...] Any of you can measure the painting on the wall that is of me in a previous life. [...] You cannot measure the psychological impact of the painting, however, nor the psychic reality that is within it. Nor can you measure the inner reality that you know is within yourself. [...] You see the molecules and atoms that spin about you. You cannot prove, therefore, that you exist, much less that I exist. Be thankful then that the atoms and molecules that compose your chairs seem as if they were solid. [...]

It is the crossroad which you are at now. It is, indeed, and it is constructive and you will pass through it far richer and with greater understanding, but it will not be the only crossroad for as soon as you think you know yourself, you have already changed. [...] And All That Is, or in your terms, God, is not a static being but always creative and always changing, so do not put yourself at a particular level of experience and stay there but allow yourself growth and freedom. [...]

The soul composes that of which the entity is made. The soul is the portion of All That Is of which the entity is made. [...]

[...] Now, there the poor thing is, and it cannot move back nor forth. It cannot run up the garden path and it is. [...] How is it that the sun keeps me alive and brings the green to my leaves and branches and makes me flower? I do not understand, and since I do not understand, therefore, I will not accept the sun and I shall stand here and deny that it exists for how do I know that I exist, much less the sun does. Perhaps it is a fancy tale told by other idiots as stupid as myself.” But if it is a fancy tale, it would behoove you to listen, for the moment that the flower says, “I deny, therefore, I deny the sunlight or the rain,” then the flower, indeed, would deny the grace of existence. [...]

Now, consciousness is a quality of the soul. [...] It is like a tool that belongs to you, but you are more than your consciousness is. It is a quality inherent in the nature of the spirit or soul, but it is far more. [...]

[...] However, you may turn your consciousness in many directions and this is what I hope you are learning to do. Consciousness is like a searchlight that belongs to you. Usually, you direct it only into three-dimensional existence, but I hope that you are learning to direct it in many other areas. It is a method of perception. [...]