“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

GENE ASKS ABOUT PAST LIVES

([Gene]: “Could you tell us something about ours?”)

He (to Gene) Fifteenth century—both France and Italy—a brief journey to Spain—the name however would seem to be Italian. Grabalani or Gribliani or Gribiliani—1423-1473. Makes of items from hides—cutting from hides. Trip to England. Final settlement in France. Difficulties with the left ear. Trouble with this finger (4th on left hand). Player of an instrument like a bugle. Otherwise difficulties with communication. Difficulties with the male parent; some reflection of this in this existence. A blonde sister—D A R. For now let that rest. Family from Florence. Bakers. A list on a gate toward the left. Strong inclination toward exaggeration. A family name connected with St. Anne. A brother who is a soldier. One a priest. A sister named Philipina. Death at the age of 38 from a farm animal. A life in the 13th century. Very close. None after the existence just spoken of until 18th century—a rural area—Spain. Previous sister is now his mother. An awakening of psychic ability and enlarging. Misuse of these abilities. I am not sure here now. We will see. A rural town perhaps 49th parallel. A stone monastery. A brother who is unsure as to his sex. Asks our friend for help. An invasion from another country. Our friend leaves the monastery without leave. There is a trip to Africa. An accident—trouble in the right shoulder. And the setting up in Africa of some establishment much like the one now planned. Let us pursue this. For there were records left. I used the word “utopia" earlier and this was meant to be a utopia. The land was not jungle, a barren area, a dry river, members recruited from an army. Now some brief reference to this in a book. This may not be the precise title:Stolen Lands or Islands, published or distributed or whatever by Mission House, Ltd. Subtitle:A Recording of Utopias and their (perhaps) Results. Book published in England. The group composed of renegade army deserters or dropouts. Too ambitious a project. 73 in all. The whole band entirely wiped out by local tribes. (Incidentally we are much more in contact now. However, I suggest a rest in pure sympathy for our notetaker.)

([Gene]: “Can’t I experience an illusion that I create for myself?”)

([Gene]: “But there’s nowhere to go.”)

([Gene]: “Is there anywhere else to be?”)

([Gene]: “Is there anywhere else to be that is not illusion?”)

([Gene]: “How would I know the difference? Is there any way to distinguish between illusion and reality other than by a creation of my own mind?”)

([Gene]: “But that is a discussion of the me here and now.”)

([Gene]: “In yours too.”)

([Gene]: “In yours too.”)

([Gene]: “We have come full circle. I am one with what reality I create. There is nowhere to go.”)

([Gene]: “Yes, I would agree.”)

([Gene]: “But I can’t leave the system because I am in all systems simultaneously.”)

([Gene]: “I have no choice.”)

([Gene]: “Of which it has none.”)

([Gene]: “Right, and in so doing the probing has been done. There is nothing to probe.”)

([Gene]: “Isn’t the object of the game to play the game—not to create or probe?”)

([Gene]: “In all other terms also.”)

You are creating your own limitations. (Too fast to follow word for word. Seth admits he is part of the game and was, in a sense, created by Gene. He says that Gene is dealing in artificial terms, not real ones.) You and I are part of the same reality.

([Gene]: “Is there really more than one viewpoint?”)

([Gene]: “I would be willing to grant a multiplicity of illusory forms of the same thing—namely you and I. All one.”)

([Gene]: “Yes indeed. We’re all Buddhas, but we won’t admit it.”)

([Gene]: “Is there tragedy in this game?”)

([Gene]: ? “The discontinuous tragedy is an illusion, isn’t it?”)

([Gene]: “To what?”)

([Gene]: “Which is to everyone else too, of course.”)

([Gene]: “Right. Nor any betrayal of others.”)

([Gene]: “But these distortions are part of the game that Shiva plays with yourself [me] and conversely.”

([Gene]: “Of course. Think of the classical statue of Shiva standing on the crushed baby—a loving participation in the illusion of tragedy. Even in the illusion of self-delusion.”)

([Gene]: “But there aren’t any steps, are there?”)

([Gene]: “Aren’t they illusory?”)

([Gene]: “If they are artificial barriers which I create in my own path, surely I can remove them.”)

([Gene]: “Yes. That was the comment to Siddhartha.”)

([Gene]: “We must love them for they are ourselves.”)

([Gene]: “To do that is to have opened an eye and to see that there is but one short step to take.”)

([Gene]: “Of course. So are you. We say that Shiva is playing a game and who is Shiva besides yourself?”)

([Gene]: “With reverence for whom?”)

([Gene]: “O.K. We’re not talking at cross purposes.”)