“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

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.

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.

The intertwining of consciousness and matter is most intricate and highly complicated. In all cases consciousness is first, and it forms its physical constructions according to its abilities, first of all forming its own primary construction, and then branching outward, constructing secondary images of other consciousnesses with whom it comes in contact.

No particle of matter is the same in the born infant, that was contained in either the fetus or earlier in the sperm or egg. I am going into all this for a reason. Leave this for a moment, and consider a seed, a grass seed.

In all instances, no particle of matter is the same in the so-called grown version, and the initial construction. Matter does not grow. I cannot make this too plain.

Since you can more or less count upon the appearance of grass seed, preceding grass, all this may seem making much over nothing, but it is very important, as you will see later. It is not matter that has continuity, and it is not matter that dictates the form.

(Then the sensation in my hands changed. They appeared to enlarge, principally in length. I seemed to be aware of another set of hands appearing just above my own, to be extending their reach and dimension until they were about 10 inches long. The feeling lasted for several minutes. All the while this extra set of hands hovered just above my own, and reminded me of arching claws to some extent. Again, I had to resist the impulse to move my hands drastically to see if they were indeed undistorted in the flesh.

(Then something new: I had a brief rippling sensation down the center of my chest, as though once again I was trying to lift out of myself. Though brief, the feeling was definite and quite pleasant. Through all of the above, I once again had the intuitive feeling of attempting psychic travel.

(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.