“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(This reminded her that sometime this afternoon she’d picked up something from Seth about a topic for this evening’s session. She’d forgotten what it was, though —“except that it wasn’t about me.”

(Pause.) What you think of usually as order is an aspect of the spontaneous order that is within and behind the “mechanics” of all physical actions. The usual idea of order is greatly concerned with serial time, but spontaneity’s natural order, with its origins outside of time, has “all time to play with.”

The spontaneous self was never meant to appear as an alien to the conscious personality. The spontaneous self, of course, represents your closest private touch with the universe, with your origins, and with your relationship to All That Is. Your impulses, intuitions, and creative abilities have always innately provided open channels of communication through which man was guided toward those probable actions most beneficial to his private reality—and those actions would automatically, again, add to the best probable reality for the species as well.

(Long pause at 9:30.) The physical universe had to spring from a source that exists beyond life itself. The universe came alive through a divine spontaneity that knew its own order—a spontaneity whose creations would automatically fall into meaningful patterns. At what point did apelike mammals alter their own genetic message, in terms of evolution’s tales? What sperm first knew itself different, knowing it would mature—if it did as a man instead of an ape? And what apelike female changed her genetic messages, knowing that her egg, if it matured, would literally give birth to an entirely new species, one that centuries later would read and write?

What agency in the environment brought about such stupendous changes? I tell you that no agency in the environment brought about that change (intently), because, Ruburt’s earlier romantic poetry to the contrary, that change did not occur.

I cannot explain adequately that basically childbirth is a joyful—one of the most joyful—creative activities. In a way the child is—in a way (underlined), the child is—the finalized version in your reality (long pause) of a vast number of sperm and eggs.

This verbal description must necessarily distort the true picture, because the true events completely escape your vocabulary, but the explanation is valid-enough to give you some idea of what I mean.

He should indeed reread those sessions that he read today, and you paint because you love to paint, and forget what an artist is supposed to be or not to be. Have Ruburt forget what a writer or a psychic is supposed to be or not to be. Ruburt’s spontaneity let all of his creative abilities emerge. It is foolhardy to try and apply discipline, or secondary order, to a spontaneous creativity that automatically gives you the finest order that nature could ever provide.

(“I guess you’ve gone into my main question, about the sperm: If practically all of them are never going to fulfill their primary purpose, what other roles do they have in life?”)

(9:59 PM. The notes Seth referred to are those I wrote this afternoon and tonight for the first session of the latest Seth book, Mass Events. They’re rough and too long yet, but Jane liked them. I’ve been leading up to the actual writing for a couple of weeks now, what with my making chronologies, and so forth, and will be happy to get really into it. At the moment I still feel that I’m searching for that one intense focus-approach to my work for Mass Reality that will finally mean I’m under way on that project.)