“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

My remark about the lively arts had to do with the method of communication we use at the present time. Jane is right in supposing that I prefer conversation, even though I admit this usually amounts to a monologue. And this is what I meant by the lively arts. There is little spontaneity involved in automatic writing, as far as emotional content is concerned. At least that is my opinion.

The method of communication suits me temperamentally, and believe you me I can be temperamental. Somehow, to me at least, it seems that automatic writing could become like an institution. It is often so one-sided. Also, I enjoy the questions that you do manage to get in. Oftentimes they remind me of other things I would like to say.

This is just a short private little session. I have never completely trusted the written word half as much as I trust the spoken word, and on your plane it is difficult to trust either. But I do not feel that I could be myself as easily if you tried automatic writing, for example. I do not mind speaking through Ruburt’s mouth. Somehow the sound of the words is rather pleasant. But seeing myself transformed more or less into plain black and white words on a page of paper seems dull and uninteresting. And I have always enjoyed conversation, which is the liveliest of all arts. And I am speaking now of the social arts, dear Joseph. Already I can see you yelling foul. I did not mean that conversation was on an equal par with painting.

It is true that Joseph receives much data through inner visions. In the past he has more or less translated this data automatically into a new camouflage pattern, in other words into a painting, without realizing that he had received any vision at all. You can learn, Joseph, to use your other inner senses as I tell you more about them.

Because Ruburt deals in words it is easy for me to communicate in this manner. That is, Ruburt automatically translates inner data given by me into coherent, valid and faithful camouflage patterns, into words. The data that I give is not actually sound on my part. The transference of my data is automatic and instantaneous on Ruburt’s part and is performed through the inner workings of the mind, the inner senses and the brain.

You are such fun, you two. I simply will not let you use automatic writing. Not that I couldn’t. If I do say so myself my prose is excellent. Even Ruburt will have to agree, with a certain amount of green-eyed envy. But it simply would not be the same and I surely hope that neither of you press the point until it hurts.