“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(To Brad.) I have a few remarks to our friend with the sideburns over there, and the changed image in the orange shirt, and it is this. You have been doing very well and you have, indeed, learned and put into application some of the things that were told to you in class. I wanted to let you know that I knew that you were here and to give you my greetings.

Now, let us take for argument’s sake, a poor unintelligent flower in the middle of a garden. Now, there the poor thing is, and it cannot move back nor forth. It cannot run up the garden path and it is. Now, when the rain falls it gratefully accepts the droplets. It does not turn its head upward and say, “Yes, but does the rain exist, or does it not? And wherefore does it come, and how, indeed, do these elements reach into my beings and down into my roots? And unless I understand how this occurs, then I will not accept the rain.” And when a sunny day comes, the flower does not lift its idiotic head and say, “Now, this appears to be the sun. 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, in the winter time our poor idiotic flower seems, indeed, to be dead. 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, I will let you all take a break. I give my greetings to our two guests here. I do not consider you two (Mack and Garrett) guests, you see. You have been on your own journeys.

(To Babs.) I did not ignore you. You are not a guest, in those terms, in that you are not a stranger. On the other hand, you are not a student either, so I saved you until later. Now, if none of you mind, I would like to take a moment here and if you want to turn your face to the wall, then do it before I begin to speak.

(To Arnold.) Now, to our friend here, you are worried about being aggressive in your psy-time. You can allow yourself aggression in your psy-time. You can trust yourself to go forward actively. You must be receptive and yet alert and it is that point of alertness that you sometimes lose.

(To Kyle.) Now, our friend here is pleased with his new joy and I am glad for him. Trust it and follow it. Your brother, you see, must follow his own way and into the paths it will lead him, and it will be a different way than your way. So in your joy, allow him that privilege. Do not expect his road to be your own, therefore.

([Derek:] “Is that what my life is going to be, here and now?”)

(To Rachel.) I will not mention journeys that certain people do not remember, over here, lest it seem that I am reprimanding them, and far be it from my intent.