“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Surely you see where that leads us. If you will forgive me, my dear Joseph, you are full of air. I won’t say hot air. But you look like a man. The man form, the physical form, is a camouflage that you see. You do not see the air of which you are composed when you look into a mirror. You are also composed of much water, yet you do not see a wet spongy mess when you look into the glass, at least I hope not. You see the camouflage or the physical form.

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.

With this my dear friends I leave you for the evening. It is approximately midnight, but this does not mean that I will turn into a pumpkin.