“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Last night was very instructive in many ways, though for a pair of partners you two are sometimes no helpmates. If one is not reluctant then the other one is. I prefer this to gullibility. Your friend is caught between charming gullibility and self-conscious, sardonic refusal to accept many things. Last night was no 4th-of-July fireworks, but it was your first such experience.

You forget that consciously you did not beckon the fragments at York Beach, and that last night’s materializations were consciously requested. This certainly must hint at some conscious control, Joseph, and should make you feel more confident about our sessions, not less. I am hardly worried that your critical sense will dim in this or other sessions. That is as it should be. But if other demonstrations should follow at least go along with me, as you certainly can.

We merely construct imaginary lines to walk upon. So real are the wall constructions of your room that you would freeze in the wintertime without them, yet there is no room and no walls. So in a like manner the wires that we constructed are real to us in the universe, although there are no wires. All is one, as you are one with the apparent walls of the room. Again the idea of transparency. The walls are truly transparent to me though I am not sure I would perform, dear Joseph, and Ruburt, for a party demonstration.

I like him, but after all I insist on even mental manners. That’s the trouble, you see. Consciously he had no intention of trying to dominate the session, but underneath he really wanted so much, and I don’t know him very well. You should at least seek acquaintance before you ask favors.

At a later date I will go in even further into this fifth dimension. You consider for example that these wires are also mobile, constantly trembling, and also live, in that they not only carry the stuff of the universe but are themselves projections of this stuff, and you will see how difficult it is to explain. Nor can I blame you for growing tired, when after asking you to imagine this strange structure I then insist that you tear it apart, for it is no more actually seen or touched than is the buzzing of a million invisible bees.