“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

“If I could just get, if I could just get any of you, you particularly, because you’re brand new, I don’t know you. You to try to experience the fantastic validity of this moment, or any moment in your life, in all its ramifications, and in all its dimensions, what a great thing that would be, and how much you’d have to tell other people. And if you could experience that purely and freely, despite anything I say, you know, on your own, completely, with all barriers down, how fantastic that would be for any of you, myself included, ‘cause it’s something that we all reach for. I’m getting conditioned now, I don’t want to say, Sue, what are you getting? Sue, what are you getting?”

Now Ruburt makes contact with me, but having made contact I am like some vital ever growing field that you finally reach. It is up to you to wander in that field and pluck your own idiot flowers and find your own paths. Now at this moment the field is there. The field that is my reality and yet is your own reality, and you must intellectually probe it, and intuitively probe it, and find your own paths within it. Its sources rise from your own being and from the fountainhead of creativity that is within each of you, and the teacher is within each of you, and you are yourselves the teacher that you do not recognize. And the voice that speaks in your dreams is the voice of yourself that you do not recognize speaking from the ancient founts of knowledge that are your own. I have told you often that I am no spooky guide that speaks in the night. I am myself, but I am also the speechless portion of your own selves. I am heights that you have reached and do not know that you have reached. I am your own heartbeat. I do have my own individuality yet this in no way means that there is not a meeting ground between what I am and what you are.

I want you to understand that in this moment in your time, your very cells respond to what I say, not because I say it, but because your cells also speak through my voice and the forgotten portions of you to which you do not listen. The voice that cries in the wilderness is your own, and the voice that answers from eons of time, that you do not understand, is your own. You have counterparts, you are not alone. You have brothers and sisters that you do not recognize.