“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

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.)

Two points. The joke is highly relevant. If you realized thoroughly that your physical world was an illusion, you would not be experiencing sense data.

([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]: “Yes, I would agree.”)

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

I would prefer to call it a loving endeavor.

Theoretically it is so indeed. Practically it would behoove you to watch your footing.