“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Your isolation during working hours becomes even more precious and more constructive when contrasted with periods given to friends, as sweet is sweeter when bitter is on the tongue. You forget also that because of your makeup all your experiences are translated into your work, and work becomes play and play becomes work.

In one sense meeting with you costs me little energy, it is true. On the other hand the effort to communicate explanations does involve very real effort on my part. And so you are not the only ones who grow weary in this respect. As I have said, feeling is action, and in my communications to you feeling plays a strong part.

Feeling acts in many worlds. It is the connective and it strongly connects the three of us. If I sound ponderous it is only because these necessary explanations cannot be given to you in a playful manner. You would discount them. And my dear Joseph, at times I peek in on you between sessions. The twist is a beautifully innocent and wicked contortion that I would enjoy.

Previously we have been too concerned with other matters for any interchange of an emotional kind, and if Ruburt’s voice sounds rather dreary in this transitional phase I myself am in a very playful, I might say frisky, mood. By all means ask any questions and we will see what we can do.

(“Do you have a sense of play and relaxation on your plane?”)

We have a much stronger sense of play and relaxation than you have, and much more enjoyable. We can play as a child plays, having however full conscious appreciation—the I am principle—which the child lacks in his fanciful games.

I have to admit that you’ve lost me completely. Because we experience play why does that mean we experience anger? In your terms we experience emotions and therefore are capable of anger. However we are so disciplined that anger seldom arises.

There is no weather, whether or not you think there is. This involves far more than a playful question, and would take me at least a month to answer.

(Rob made coffee for me. I didn’t believe I could lift the cup. When I finally did my motions were extremely slow, as in a motion picture played slow. It seemed impossible to exert any pressure in the physical world at all. Rob made me drink two cups of coffee; I stood with my head out the window in the cold night air. Nothing seemed to help. I was thoroughly frightened by now, yet thought that I could snap out of it if I really wanted to; and knew how to.