“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now these are your abilities as members of what you now call, simply, the human race. They are inherent abilities that belong to consciousness no matter what form it adopts. You can look in the mirror and take your image for granted and brush your teeth and stare at yourself and think, I am a sorry picture, indeed, or I am quite a beautiful thing and smile, but in either case you are taking it for granted that only physical perceptions are real.

I use words because presently they make sense to you but hopefully behind the words that I speak, you sense the inner vitality which has no need for them and hopefully listening to me, you sense, if only dimly, the wisdom of the self within each of you that is triumphant in its own wisdom, its own spontaneous freewheeling wisdom upon which your intellect rests. The fine and terrible weapon of the intellect should, indeed, terrify even the gods, for there it sits atop of your heads so sure of its function and its worth and its permanence, and its knowledge and it judges everything according to those rules which it has itself established. And so surely should our little idiot flower cower beneath this fine intellect of man that even the seasons themselves should tremble before this fine instrument of the ego. And yet it seems to me, if I remember correctly, that idiot flowers, without a brain in their petals, manage to grow beautifully into what they are and to perfectly do their thing.

But each of the others of you in your own way, still cling to the old methods. You do not really trust yourselves to put these ideas into practice, to trust your lives with them and until you trust your lives with them, you will not see the fruits. The props are beautiful, they are yours and you have created them. And do not ask me what I mean by props for each of you secretly know well what I mean, in your own lives. You must dispense with the props for each one that you hold secretly in your mind holds you back from freedom.