“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now our friend, poetic Ruburt, wrote a poem about the Gods in the Rafters that I enjoyed, although poetry has never been one of my particular joys. And, yet, in one manner of speaking, the very air about you sings with its own joyful consciousness and does not know the same kind of burden of consciousness that often oppresses you. You are so frightened of death, in your terms, that you dare not turn your consciousness off for one second for you fear that if you turn it off, indeed, who will be there to turn it back on again?

Indeed, so that your muscles tensed, your adrenaline production increased, you wanted to wring his neck and you stood there and said, God bless you my fine young fellow. May you live a long and merry life. Now, telepathically, our fine young fellow knows exactly what you are feeling at the time. You are the one who is out of contact with your feelings and emotions at that point, however, for at this point of your “spiritual progression” you only imagine that you wish him good. The muscles are already contracted in your body. They are contracted because you have not admitted, in this point admittedly of future spiritual progression, that you wanted to wring his neck, so you say nothing but wish him well.

Now almost, almost all of those who come to these classes have at one time or another, been already engaged in such endeavors. There have been many other classes and you have all been a part of them, not necessarily with me but with others. You have long had an interest and so certain aspects will hit you all very strongly. You all know what association is, it operates not only within one life, but between lives, in your terms; so that words and phrases spoken now will trigger the memories but these memories will become alive if you allow them to.