“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I tell you now—and for the sake of our guests—that death is not sober and it is not death. You simply take a giant step forward. And as my friends know that I will, I will tell you that all vitality rings... and it rings through this frame and it rings through your own frame... and it is lighthearted... and it is joyful... and it knows not sobriety... As you know, it is a lighthearted thing.

I use Ruburt’s body with his permission because he is a friend of mine. You use your own bodies... they are the vehicles that you wear. As Ruburt would say, they’re the space garments you don in order to dwell upon your earth. They are not you... you use them... use them joyfully and gladly and well but do not identify with them for they are not you. I have used and discarded more bodies than I would desire to count. And had I really died with even one of those bodies, I would not be speaking to you now... and you would not be sitting beside me. For you have also spoken with many tongues. But again, coming here once a week may help you find yourself... it may point you in the right direction... but you will only find yourself when you journey inward. And by journeying inward I do not mean a quick and hasty and apologetic trip to your child memories. I do not mean an attempt to find out why you are frightened of spiders or have boils on your arm. I am speaking of a more extensive journey. And all of you know to what I am referring. Open up the gates of your consciousness while you sleep! You know you are more than what you refer to as your conscious I. But you should know it through experience! Open up the barriers in your daily lives... step outside of the self that you know—and you will solve your difficulties! You will solve them and you will know that you have done so. You will know that the ability is within yourself and you have used it—then you may hit me over the head with your crutches and I will laugh!

Now. I have been in my many pasts an intellectual gentleman and a frivolous female. And yet I will tell you, that as a frivolous female who loved to play with a ball in the bright afternoon and had no chores to perform, seemingly an idle life and seemingly a quite useless personality .... I was not burdened with intellect... and yet in that one particular life I learned more about the nature of spontaneity and joy than in many of my ponderous intellectual existences.