“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“At the same time, in contrast, my perception of my room underwent a transformation. Everything in it, while retaining its own size to my vision, became microscopically small and dear, like a child’s model of a world — but one that was real and living, with my rooms inside one of the innumerable toy houses. I was exhilarated yet disquieted. I tried to go along with what was happening, yet still retain a certain ‘as if’ distance so that I wouldn’t be completely lost in the experience.

(“Rob suggested I take a nap, since the Monroes were to arrive in an hour or so. While I attempted to sleep, one idea from among many sprang out at me, literally shocking me: ‘We are IN God. We were NEVER externalized!’ These words do little to explain my emotional, subjective feelings of participation in this idea. For suddenly I felt being-in-God as being-in-a-house. Everything we imagine and know is inside. There is no outside.

(“I felt claustrophobic for a bit … my visual perception was again altered in a strange smoother way, so that everything I saw was an inside that was inside itself, ad infinitum. I felt dwarfed. But almost immediately came the oddest feeling of fantastic security, and I realized that being inside God … we were literally made of God-stuff and were therefore eternal.

(“Next came the feeling that this inside quality was so inconceivably vast that within it was all of the ever-expanding ‘space’ possible; only an inside could possess those characteristics of constant expansion.

(“Rob called me, then left to pick up the Monroes at the hotel. I felt exhilarated to a high degree, yet exhausted. I began to dress, still aware of the inside-God feeling. The birds began to sing outside and I stopped, transfixed. The birds were the gods singing! This wasn’t a symbolic or artistic sensation — this was sudden known fact!

(“The incredible sweetness of their songs followed me even while I found myself laughing…. For now I was touching up my nails — I’d worn off all the new polish on their edges from typing my Speaker poetry all day. And inside God or not, here I was, quite capable of thinking in such mundane terms. As I went into the living room to prepare it for guests, that room was also an inside that was an inside….”