“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now I speak from several layers, though the word “speak" is a poor one, I turn myself, you see, into steps down which I walk and the steps represent what you would term personality fragments, though the term is distortive. I speak on a level that you can all understand. I have been to your seminar—not your seminar—but ones much like them in what you would term the past. I attend my own and I give my own. I am broken up into highly energized personality fragments of my own accord, you see. The breaking up itself is an illusion. Those who wish to learn will be found by others like me—individualized and equipped because of their own internal structures to communicate and to receive communications from them. You must have your own circuit through.

([Gene]: “And would it not be true to say that we are all running the same seminar for ourselves since we are all one?”)

([Gene]: “Among all of us is the same self, in this larger sense?”)

It is indeed. The separation process is illusion; nevertheless in this way a depth perception is achieved. You are all one self, but you are all individuals and no individuality is lost. There is no merging. There is no need for merging, since what you are already is a part of all else.

You are all pieces, you see, of the whole; but you are not all the same pieces of the whole, but rather individualized pieces of the whole. You do not all fit together like a crossword puzzle that any idiot can put together. You are still highly individualized portions of the whole. You are the whole, but you are all highly unique. You fit into different portions of the whole. The self or structure or personality travels outward and inward and (if you will forgive me) in all directions. It is action. It constantly changes. Each self as you know it has its own abilities and inclinations and sympathies. It has its own particular place within the Pyramid Gestalt. It can contact that whole self which in your terms does not yet exist, but which is of course always present. In your search you must contact that whole portion of yourself toward which you are growing—toward which I hope you are growing. This is your individual circuit, so to speak. All ways are one way, but your way is your own way. And you can travel no other. He is—Baba—highly advanced indeed. He is a way, however; he is not the end. He is not completed. He is right, but he is wrong in taking pleasure in his rightness. (I have never been known for my own humility. It ill-behooves me to speak.) Nevertheless he who is and knows that he is, is. He has no need for words and he has no need to proclaim himself, for he speaks without the necessity for words and he is heard. Those who are really heard have no need for words. I speak to you now in words because without words now, there would not be the necessary understanding that must be reached before I can become wordless.

Rightness is indeed pleasure, yes. All pleasure—all true pleasure—is indeed right. However, pleasure in the terms of which I spoke referred, unfortunately, to a smug and rather unpleasant satisfaction at having attained a certain position. The position has been attained, but beneath it all the attitude denies it and prevents its fruition. Far be it from me to shatter idols.

To come if he is (he—a male) if he is connected with the project. These are impressions connected with the individual. You will have to piece them together. The color brown. Now this could be an impression arising from his name or from the color of his hair. Some connection with Miss—perhaps your state of Mississippi. This is all I can get through here now.

(All of the Seth data verified by Gene Bernard at work, Smith—Miss, etc. Smith, a 23-year-old, feminine characteristics, dominating mother. Smith has brown hair, is overenthusiastic, according to Gene he could very well cause trouble, and if so the trouble would be legal. Gene didn’t say what type of legal trouble, that I recall. Gene surprised and pleased, as Jane was, at this data.

([Gene]: “And all that, in spite of which you’re already home?”)

But always in a state of becoming. However in the Spacious Present, All That Is does exist. The becoming can never be completed and yet wherever you choose to draw a line, you will think of it as an end.

To give it a name is unfortunate. We have not used a name in our sessions. I would call it IGNAPTHA, which is a poor approximation of the term I am trying to express. In your terms perhaps the whole self constantly expressing itself and that which is knowing itself in all its possibilities.