“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Scientists look for the objective most of all, and clear-cut cause and effect. They examine what they think of as an impersonal universe. The universe is however personal most of all. It is filled with intimate relationships. It has a subjective rather than an objective basis.

People do not die of disease. They die because of emotion and belief, and because there is a subjective rather than an objective time for dying. You live then in a personal universe, in which each being of whatever degree comes personally in contact with space and time, alive with meaning, alive as a portion of reality that no other being could or can replace.

It hints at the most precise and powerful focus, so that amid an infinity of data, events can be arranged at times so that two particular people, for example, separated in childhood, could, 30 years later, find themselves living next door to each other. In the meantime, they might have hired detectives, and all objective avenues may have yielded no results, until by chance they meet at the corner grocery.

You take it for granted that you are alive in a universe that has no feelings, much less any feeling for, or knowledge of, your own desires or intents. You think that it is organized along mechanical lines, or absolute lines, or objective lines, and that any intents that you have exist almost in spite of the organization of the universe.

Science’s eyes, at least, have been largely closed, because it does not know how to read the personal script that is written everywhere in the passages of the chromosomes, or in the passages of a poem. The chromosomes above all bear a personal message. They are not hypothetical, generalized plans of an objective species to its offspring, but a genetic message carried tenderly to each specific individual of that species (intently)—so uniquely couched that none of those individuals are the same.