“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(To Florence.) You have, indeed, been performing a useful service in class but I expect to see it changed. For when you begin to look into yourself you will set the others a fine example, and so you shall.

What happens is this—you have an attempt to exchange camouflage realities. The original beings entering your plane cannot appear within it as themselves, their atomic structure is not the same as yours. Distortions must therefore occur in order to make any contact possible and indeed, distortions must occur in order to make these contacts possible. So you are greeted with a certain set of sense data. You then try to figure out what is happening from the sense data that is presented to you, but the sense data, you see, means that the event is already to some extent distorted. The physical vehicles that are often perceived are your interpretation of the event that is actually occurring.

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?

It is, indeed. However, telepathy does exist. Others are aware, therefore, to a large extent of what you are thinking and feeling.

You can, indeed, but do not deny the part of you that wanted to wring the other man’s neck. But you were so frightened of the thought that you immediately inhibited it. Now let us consider that thought and why were you so terrified of it. You were terrified of it because you are terrified of the idea that evil is more powerful than good, and that one stray violent thought of yours was more important and more powerful than the vitality of good. I am using your terms now. Now, say the following happened, at least you were aware of the thought, but say, in your terms, you progressed to the point where you were no longer aware of the feeling.

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.

That would indeed. The most important thing, however, is to acknowledge the feeling as a legitimate feeling with its own realm of existence, to admit it as a part of yourself and then choose as to how you want to deal with it. Then you do not make others that brunt of your anger, and anger is merely a method of communication.

It does, indeed, in your terms, but that knowledge is also available to you. Now we cannot cover one topic in an evening clearly, much less 101 topics. I am not Scheherazade nor am I a handy father image or a handy granddaddy image. In reference, however, to one remark you made earlier, you have always been involved strongly in what you would call religious endeavors in almost all lives. Those lives that were not involved with religious endeavors were religiously involved in the opposite endeavors, in your terms, and we will go into that later. The holy soul turned inside out is some fleshpot, let’s put it that way, but you have always been involved with questions concerning good and evil and you had two existences in two civilizations in Egypt. And in one of these your friend over here (Daniel) was involved. Now, I cannot go into that reincarnation this evening, it is too late, and you would not benefit from it for you are not ready, either of you. It is not a fascinating story to be told for your edification and enjoyment so I hope you will enjoy it when it comes, but it will help when you can understand it.

Now, as Ruburt would call it, your sidekick over here (Joanne) did not go along with your ideas at all, in that life. She was at that time, a male however, and you were a female, and a priestess, and so were you (Daniel). She had an expanding effect upon your personality but you were very given to ritual and to a belief in magical acts and to the idea that existence in itself was evil and wrong and you were, indeed, a member of the sect now called Gnostic.

I do not think much of those terms either. Think in terms of creativity. Your last try was horrendous. And (very loud voice) I will not tell you this is creative violence. Now, the very sound of my voice, as our dear friend knows, assaults the silence of the room and yet it is creative. And the vitality that sweeps through this form assaults the silence and yet it is creative. And that is what I want you to understand. Good, in your terms, can be as noisy as I can be noisy. And guilt can be a very silent and quiet and passive and gentle thing indeed. And that is what I want you to understand. And now, after having said good evening many times, out of the goodness of my heart, for I am not weary, I bid you once again a blessed and violent good evening.