“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I cannot simply appear in your midst, or make myself known in my own form. I have explained camouflage patterns to you, I have explained the way the vitality or stuff of the universe changes from plane to plane. Then why do you find it strange that at your end I must to some degree change essence, and find a point of entry, which happens to be Ruburt’s subconscious? It has enough camouflage pattern to enable me to make contact, but not so much as to distort me out of all recognition. I have described the effects of entry into your plane of the so-called flying saucers, and my entry into your plane is something of the same.

I am not Ruburt’s subconscious, though I speak through it. It is the atmosphere through which I can come to you, as the air is the atmosphere through which a bird flies, but the bird is something different from the air. A certain reassembly of myself is necessary when I enter your plane, and this reassembly is done partially by myself, and partially by the combined subconscious efforts of you, Joseph, and Ruburt. Will this satisfy you now?