“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Of course, so your muscles tensed, your adrenalin production increased. You wanted to wring his neck but you said, “God bless you, my fine young fellow. May you live a long and merry life.”

Now three weeks later we have another encounter. Our poor ignorant workman again falls asleep at his chores. Our good minister comes by. He sees the idle one upon the floor snoozing, and he thinks, “I would like to kick you in the you-know-where.” But then, “Oh no, I cannot think such an unchristian thought. Violence is wrong.” So before he even admits to himself what he feels, hiding any acknowledgement of aggression, he bends down and says, “My good man, may you live long and heartily. God bless your life.” He pats himself upon the back and thinks, “I am growing more spiritual day by day.”

Three months later you have had a really bad day. You are mad at life in general, and now you find our friend upon the floor again; this time, perhaps, he is asleep at a somewhat more important chore that you wanted done. (Humorously): Now far be it from me to accuse you of such an act, even in a fantasy, but this time you are out of your mind. Again, it behooves you to deny your true feelings in order to be spiritual — which is not true spirituality — and you say again, “God bless you, may you go in peace.”

(To Art O.): Even our African god over there can remember his past lives if he will only allow himself to do so.