“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(To Derek.) And I have a comment to the young man in the mirror and it is this. I have lived many lives and I cannot prove, in your terms, my own existence. The fact that you are worrying about proving your own existence, however, proves that you exist. Now, I do not want to deflower your ego. However, a flower has better sense than to ask whether or not it exists. It accepts what comes to it. It takes joy in the vitality that belongs to it.

Now, you are like a dog with a bone, at your problems, at them every moment, and you must get away from them. The sense of accomplishment involved in physical work will do wonders for you. It will take away the sense of unworthiness that you now have. You are quite competent to deal with physical reality. There is nothing you have to fear. This will automatically release your inner abilities. Allow your creative feelings to emerge into realistic work. You are running down alleys of despair and you need this doorway into physical reality of which I have told you. Now, how is that for a starter?

Now this crisis has a meaning and a purpose. It does you no good to avoid this crisis through drugs, through tranquilizers, or through material possessions, for you must face certain facts, and the facts are these. 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. Then you are like the flower who accepts the sunshine, and in accepting the sunshine knows far more about the reality of sun than any scientist who measures the spectrum of light without feeling. Your soul, your inner self, your reality, is experience. It is this upon which you must base your life.

(To Laurie.) To our friend behind me, let me say that your friend has gone and left with a sense of release.

([Rachel:]“Like the physical body being one of its senses.”)