“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(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.

What do you think you would feel if you were convinced that what I told you about your lives tomorrow and for the next year was true, and then I told you. What would you think if I gave you a legitimate statement about the activities of your lives until your deaths, in your terms. Would you thank me, or would you instead hate me for taking from you the glorious unpredictability of the life that you know?