“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Before starting work this afternoon I studied my favorite tree for a while, noticing that the force of the wind had begun to peel back large sections of bark from some of the middle limbs. One of these limbs arched up over our lawn toward our living room on the second floor, and the jutting-out bay windows of the apartment beneath us on the ground floor. I remember thinking that if this limb should fall, it would be long enough to strike the house.

The wind knows the tree. The tree feels the wind. It knows it is not the wind, but only feels the wind. Likewise Ruburt feels me but is not me. I may be a big wind, but I am not her big wind.

There is on Ruburt’s part a fear of becoming overly involved, and there is no basis here for any such danger. The wind is the wind irregardless of the branches through which it blows, and I am, irregardless of the subconscious mind in which or through which I appear. This should not need repeating. Obviously however I must repeat it constantly.

Concerning your tree: You were aware that the tree would fall. You received this inner data at noon but you ignored it. In this case your outer senses served to restimulate the inner data. The noise of the wind and so forth gave you a glimmering of the earlier data that had not reached your consciousness.