“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now certain individuals, certain historical events, seem suddenly struck with inner brilliance. Certain men and women seem touched by some unseen light. They have extraordinary force, and this is the projection from the inner self of this inner light outward onto people and events. Now en masse there is an inner religious drama, if you will. An inner morality play if you want to use the term. I think that is a collegiate term, and that is why I am looking at you (Kris). It shows I am trying to relate.

But more than the sum. Now you are squirreling around in your own head playing with words and concepts and not listening to what I have said. If you had been listening you would be more clever with your questions.

Now that is one level, and on another level you think, “I am of the earth and strong and vital, and those who rely upon such thin, high, intellectual matter do not know what they are talking about. I can be brutal in my honesty but at least I am honest and I do not play with words.” And this is a personality that you have set up for yourself because behind it all in the French court you glorified in the use of words, in the high play of intellect in what now to you would seem to be surface, artificial qualities of stereotyped verbal behavior. You are quite able to follow any discussion in this room and it is about time that you realized it and used those intellectual abilities that are your own, and it is about time that you stopped telling yourself that you do not understand that which you well understand. I am onto you.

(To everyone.) Now in one way you are all playing childhood games with yourselves, and if you will forgive me, I will use an analogy and remember it is an analogy. And an analogy is a fable, a tale, a story, or a parable that is innately true while it may not physically appear to be so. You are all children in one way playing beneath the maple trees, dreaming in the long twilights of your adult state even as your adult selves now seemingly so independent would not know what to say to your childhood selves if you met them; but within you the childhood self must also grow, and allow it its growth. In the reality that you know there are many boxes. You can travel from one box to another. The boxes are not prisons anymore than the cousin of Richelieu is hidden to the housewife who is now so proudly the housewife and so contemptuous, for Richelieu’s cousin who was also contemptuous particularly of housewives.