“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now. To you ... (Long pause, eyes closed.) Your paintings are your own, and I am no artist. If I read your inner intent correctly however, your prophet will dominate the background, and seem almost to come out of it. At the same time the background itself will be alive, so it is difficult to tell whether the living background propels him outward, or whether he himself, from his own power, seems to rise out apart from the background. Or whether he has been thrust outward from the background of which he is part, a living focus rising out of the background, a part of consciousness rising out of a larger, undifferentiated consciousness implied in the background.

(At this moment I then consciously knew what my prophet was saying in the painting; the words came clearly to mind: “My God, my God, what am I?” I was tempted to speak them aloud next chance I had, but did not. I hadn’t tried to conjure up these words; the emotional climate set up in the session by Seth had made their release from the subconscious effortless.

“What am I?” is one question. Then comes the wonder—“What am I that I can even ask such a question?” And the answer to the second question answers the first.

“What am I,” question three, “who can conceive of a painting in which the first question is asked?” The three questions automatically show the added dimensions of the questioner, and the various stages through which the original question can develop. (Long pause.)