“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

First of all, you do not realize or appreciate our joint accomplishment to date in that regard. You have induced a reputable, well-known publishing firm to accept highly unconventional material. It was not delegated, if you will forgive me, to Parker’s “crackpot” catchall. Even in the beginning, in that regard, the work was appreciated. A difference was seen between it, and the catchall, do-it-yourself manuals.

Castaneda’s books, for all their seeming unconventionality, had a niche to fall into, for here was the quite conventional scholar exploring a culture, even of the mind; not his own—but safely, within an academic framework to which he then returned, and to which academic readers could identify. Castaneda had his society’s credentials ahead of time. That society could then accept his journeys, and the individuals could allow themselves to follow his adventures, and forgive him for his cultural transgression because he brought home goodies.

Both varieties of books allow the reader a built-in distance that provides a cushion against cultural shock: the story is, after all, secondhand. Castaneda told his own story, but it was still secondhand, because his own opaqueness added the necessary distance that protected the reader.

That energy will arouse in you your own abilities. It will lead you to insights and solutions that can be yours alone. It will put you in touch with the ground of your being—from which, eventually, all exultation and answers spring. My purpose is not to solve your problems for you, but to put you in touch with your own power.

All mail does not come from the postman, so each of you should have your own kind of inner response from me to whatever letter you have sent by mail. I serve in many ways as a speaker for your own psyche, however, so the inner message will be from your own greater being to yourself, and at that multidimensional level of reality I salute you.

I have some things in mind myself, but the atmosphere is to be relaxed, a more intelligent version of Friday night, in which Ruburt feels he can be at ease, and does not need to make a great production. That is when we are all freest.