“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

According to what she told us, she died in the farmhouse kitchen. She was standing at the sink washing dishes and looking out at the ‘dreary’ flat landscape and at their pickup truck parked there. She felt a sharp pain in her chest, and died of a heart attack. She fell to the floor, breaking a plate as she did so.

She couldn’t explain much about her own situation, however, though she insisted that she was happier where she was than she had been in this life. Sometimes she was with others; sometimes alone. She didn’t know how she ‘got about,’ but knew that she could travel to other places on earth. ‘I don’t know how I do it,’ she said. ‘I’ll just find myself somewhere.’ Nor could she describe how she got through to us. ‘I’m here, though, aren’t I?’ she said.

You are forced to transform this creative energy into another camouflage pattern because of your earthly situation. There is nothing else you can do. But for this moment, you pluck this vitality from the inner senses. Then you transform it into a somewhat different, more evocative, new camouflage pattern that is, nevertheless, more fluent, more fluid than the usual pattern, and gives greater freedom and mobility to the vitality itself. You approach a transmigration of plane.

Scientists realize that the atmosphere of the earth has a distorting effect upon their instruments. What they do not understand is that their instruments themselves are bound to be distortive. Any material instrument will have built-in distortive effects. The one instrument which is more important than any other is the mind (not the brain) … the meeting place of the inner and outer senses.