“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I am not telling you that you should ignore the body. I am not telling you to lose touch with your own feelings or deny them. Your body is your method of perception at this time, but I am telling you that if you identify your entire reality with your body then you are heading for severe feelings of depression and desolation and also letting yourself in for some surprises in the future. You are not imprisoned, as you know, within the form that you wear. Now, there is no reason therefore that you should be imprisoned within it when you are finished with that form.

Each of you in this room can free your own consciousnesses, expand your awareness of identity now, and in your own ways you are beginning to do so. Now in your quiet moments you still identify with the body and think, I am this flesh and I am imprisoned within it and when it is gone then I am done, and these thoughts inhibit your freedom. This will also inhibit you at the time of death for to the extent that you hold them, your emotions will cling to the flesh when instead you should be free of it.

It does you all good to think for yourselves in class and not have me around telling you how to think of time. Thinking should be your own thing and so should feeling. And while I have been egotistical in many of my lives, I do not need you all to set me up as an authority figure to whom you can relate so I would like to see some freedom on your own parts directed and applied.

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.

Not really, feel it through. Now you do not realize what effort I go through, to come through with such warm human characteristics. It is something you never have to think about. In many ways it is a fun thing. I have many banks of personalities upon which to draw but there was, indeed, in the beginning initially, the dilemma upon which of these personalities should I draw and which would be the most effective. And so like any good teacher, I adapted those means best suited for my purpose.

If you simply explain what I have said. Again, this should suffice.