“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

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.

A certain distortion must be expected, in the same manner that a distortion occurs in the form of your flying saucers. The painting in other words achieves a certain freedom from camouflage, while it cannot escape it, and actually hovers between planes in a way that no thoroughly camouflaged object could do. That is, something that exists completely in your plane cannot be evocative in the manner that a painting or, and this is for Ruburt, a poem can be.