“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The camouflage is so craftily executed and created, of course, by the inner self, that you must of necessity focus your attention in the physical reality which has been created. The psychedelic drugs alter the neurological inner workings, and therefore can give some slight glimpses into other realities.

The realities, of course, exist whether or not you perceive them. Actually “time,” in quotes, exists as the pulses leap the nerve ends. It is not a simultaneous procedure. You must then experience lapses. Past, present and future appear highly convincing and logical when there must be a lapse of time between each perceived experience.

Now that is the challenge and the ideal, and it is met to varying degrees by personalities at various stages of development. Obviously such personalities need far more than the neurological systems with which you are presently equipped. For such systems such experience is literally impossible. Now your neurological system is physical but it is based upon your own inner capabilities as of, quote, “now.”

In actuality, following the image through, and strictly as an analogy, there would also be an infinite number of threads, both above and below your own, all part of one inconceivably miraculous webwork. Yet each thread itself would not be one-dimensional, but of many dimensions, and conceivably (underlined), if you knew how (Jane pointed at me for emphasis, still speaking rapidly), there would be ways of leaping from one thread to the other. You would not therefore be forced to follow any particular thread in a single-line fashion.

Now there are personalities developed enough to do this. And each act of leaping, so to speak, forms a new thread. Now following through with our analogy, imagine yourself A. We will start you off in physical reality at thread A, though you have already traversed many other threads to get where you are. We are merely beginning with thread A since this is your present situation.

All That Is protects itself therefore, and all that it has, and is, and will create.

It does not know whether or not others like it may exist. It is not aware of them if they do exist. It is constantly searching. It knows that something existed before its own primary dilemma, when it could not express itself.

It is then conceivable that it has itself evolved, in your terms, so long ago that it has forgotten its origin, that it has developed from still another primary which has, in your terms, long since gone its own way. So there are answers that I cannot give you, for they are not anywhere known in the system in which we have our existence.

This first state of agonized search for expression may have represented the birth throes of All That Is as we know it. There existed, and clearly, the possibilities of creation as we know it, but the means were not known. Pretend then that you possessed within yourself the knowledge, the sight, of all the world’s masterpieces in sculpture and art, that they throbbed and pulsed as realities within you, but that you had no physical apparatus, no knowledge of how to achieve it; that there was neither rock, nor pigment, nor source of any of these, and you ached with the yearning to produce them—and this, on an infinitesimally small scale, will perhaps give you, as an artist, some idea of the agony and the impetus that was felt.

All That Is loves all that it has created, down to the least, for it realizes the dearness, and the uniqueness of each consciousness which had been wrest (spelled) from such a state and at such a price; and it is triumphant and joyful at each new development taken by each consciousness, for this is an added triumph against that first state, and an added security against that first state, and it revels and (takes) joy in the slightest creative act of each of its issue.