“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The only matter that matters to your Ruburt right now, is the new house, although I am sure I do not have to tell you this.

Such a primary construction allows consciousness to operate, manipulate and be perceived in the world of matter. The physical construction of consciousness never is complete as far as fulfilling the inner purpose is involved; that is, consciousness can never fully construct itself in matter, and to do so would indeed imprison such a consciousness so that it could not escape the transient nature of matter itself.

As far as using all the powers of consciousness, this is strictly cultural, and has nothing to do with the inherent properties of either consciousness or matter.

Secondary constructions, being composed of atoms and molecules, contain generalized consciousness and innate capsule comprehension. They do not contain the unifying, integrating, organizing, personal direction of a whole self.

They do achieve value fulfillment, however, and within the limits set by their own abilities they also perform the duties of construction. This should be obvious. Here we run into something of which I have sometimes mentioned, concerning afterimages; since in actuality all constructions are simultaneous, realize that I use the term after for its simplicity to your way of thought.

Call the particular matter given by the parents x and y. When the child is born, it does not contain anywhere within it these particular portions of matter called x and y. It would appear that the matter had changed. Instead, the matter has vanished, in ways that I have explained earlier. Do you recall?

Grass is common. It is supposed to grow from seed, yet again no particle of matter is the same in grass or seed. Seed does not grow into grass. Acorns do not grow into trees. Children do not grow into adults.

It must work according to its ability to do this. It must first get a foothold, so to speak; hence our seed. As the consciousness attains its foothold it projects more effectively. It dispenses with its atoms and molecules, or matter, almost instantaneously, as you know.

The atoms and molecules appear and disappear. Their place is taken by others, so quickly that you do not notice the constant coming and going.

This is the same sort of thing you do when you designate certain portions of matter as blades of grass. Lawns do not come from grass. That is, grass does not grow into a lawn. Do you follow me here?

And neither then do seeds grow (underline that so it’s plain) into grass. You perceive certain matter as blades of grass, as you perceive the matter of grass as lawn. You can see clearly that the matter of grass in a lawn is not the same. Then understand also that the matter within one blade of grass is not the same.

Perhaps I shall accompany you to your house Saturday, though I refuse to do Ruburt’s cleaning for him.

Your psychic strength is extremely important, Joseph, in our communications; and without it adequate communication would be most difficult; because we three have been closely involved in the past, the psychic gestalt between us is possible. And we do have a psychic gestalt.

(It was conducted principally because it was an exceedingly hot night; too hot to do much else, and Jane and I were not very sleepy. I made verbatim notes as we progressed. The words yes and no, spelled out on the board, are here enclosed in parenthesis whenever the pointer moved to them. Answers Jane received mentally before the board spelled them out, are indicated by *.

(Misspellings are included as received. Many of the answers were given very slowly. Since Seth has not yet had a chance to comment on this session, we do not know whether this is because of our own languorous attitude on a hot night, the inexperience of the sender, or what. I am the one who asked the questions.

(“Do you know Seth, Hubbell Roberts?”)

(“Hubbell Roberts, do you have any living relatives?”)

(“Do you mean you have nobody helping you where you are?”)

(Later, I was watching Jane and my mother. Jane was to my left, Mother to my right. Between them on the wall was a drawing of Jane’s, matted in a gray-white matte perhaps three inches wide. Pointing to the drawing, Mother asked Jane: “Did you do this?” “Yes,” Jane said. Mother then said, “It’s not framed very well. Maybe Dad can do it better.” These quotes are close to being exact, whereas for some reason I cannot remember at all what Father said.