“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Because Ruburt has been somewhat annoyed with me and because I do not want to hurt either of you, let me say again that you averted many tragedies, and if you did not always take the easiest or the best course you have never taken the worst course, and you have never acted through malice. Now I hope Ruburt will stop yapping like an angry cur and let me continue.

The inner senses deal with what actually is. The inner senses are the carriers of our fuel, that is, they can be likened to the various cars of our imaginary train. It takes some doing to be aware of this fuel, since it is so instantly transformed by the outer senses into the stuff of camouflage. The process involved is subconscious. You can hardly catch yourself at it, and yet with training you will be able to catch yourself in the act.

Your own experience with creativity should serve you well as far as this discussion goes. When you paint a picture, my dear egotistical Joseph, you are dealing with a transformation of energy and a transformation of camouflage pattern. There is a moment, a brief but vital moment in such an act of creation, when you are dealing with the underlying vitality of which I have spoken. You are forced because of your earthly physical situation to transform this creative energy into another camouflage pattern. There is nothing else you can do. But for this moment you pluck this vitality from the inner senses, you grab ahold of this fuel with both hands. You have it. You transform it into a somewhat different more evocative new camouflage pattern that is nevertheless more fluent, more fluid, than the usual pattern, and which gives greater freedom and mobility to the basic fuel or vitality itself. You approach a transmigration of planes.