“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 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.

The purpose is, quite simply, being, as opposed to not being. I am telling you what I know, and there is much I do not know. I know that help must be given, one to the other, and that extension and expansion are aids to being.

Dimly, through what you would call a history, hardly remembered, there was such a state. It was a state of agony in which the powers of creativity and existence were known, but the ways to produce them were not known.

All That Is therefore knows the agony of what you would call not being.

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.