“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Back home and ready to being typing, I found it so windy and noisy I thought it best to close the windows. The tree that lost the branch stands perhaps thirty feet away on my right; actually it sits on a neighbor’s property. It is an elm that died a few years ago, and possessed a very beautiful and symmetrical shape. I have drawn it several times, the most elaborate drawing being one I intended to incorporate in a tempera painting last winter. I did not get the work done.

(I began work, sitting with my back to the tree so that I did not see the actual fall. I heard and felt a great roar. The whole house shook with a thump. I heard wires flap loose. Turning, I saw that this particular limb had indeed fallen. Fortunately, it had broken off halfway up, and its tip barely missed our house. Now the yard is littered with sections of limb several inches in diameter and perhaps twenty-five feet long. Our television cable has also been ripped loose.

To say I am energy is no lie. It is actually truer than many designations that would sound more authentic and complicated. I am a personality in essence-energy form. This in no way implies that I am a spirit, nor does it imply that I am some weird sort of granddaddy longlegs of science fiction. What I am is difficult to explain because of the limits set not only by your own knowledge but by the present method of our communications.

This would involve manipulations of muscles that would result in a temporary change of shape, a somewhat superficial but real adjustment of the physical body in its relation to space, and a consequent change of focus or direction in so far as the forward low thrust of the body into the hole. On a much different level this is what is involved as far as I am concerned in my attempts to enter your small entryway. On my part however the necessary manipulations amount to a transformation, and I have much greater freedom here. It is as if you could actually make your body smaller than the hole you wished to enter, in a much more appreciable fashion.

He knows that his particular abilities are very well developed on a subconscious level, and actually fears that they might carry him away. Yet the intuitive qualities have made him a poet, and have always represented a strong and not weak part of his personality. They are actually well balanced in that they are not likely to sweep him off in any one direction willy-nilly, but could allow him a steady progression into various levels of direct experience.

(“In the actual reassembly?”)

Any such signs involve camouflage patterns and do not actually represent direct experience. This is not, for example, my voice. It is a representation or approximation of my voice for your edification. Furthermore in your terms I do not have a voice. Nevertheless it is a valid representation and if I must say so myself, and that’s a pun, the voice is very much like the voice I would use, though Frank had a different one.

Any materializations by the way, returning to an offshoot of our earlier discussion, are at best the sort of thing involved as with Ruburt’s deep voice. That is, they represent rather than are, on your terms. They cannot exist in duration upon your level for any long periods. They are an attempt to reproduce a camouflage pattern or to approximate such a pattern. As such they make quite an effect upon your level, but they are always reassemblies and never are they the actual reappearance of the exact camouflage as it may once have existed upon your level.