“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(10:00.) Such endless creativity can seem so dazzling that the individual would appear lost within it,² yet consciousness forms its own organizations and psychic interactions at all levels. Any consciousness automatically tries to express itself in all probable directions, and does so. In so doing it will experience All That Is through its own being, though interpreted, of course, through that familiar reality of its own. You grow probable selves as a flower grows petals. Each probable self, however, will follow through in its own reality — that is, it will experience to the fullest those dimensions inherent to it. You pick and choose one birth and one death, in your terms.

(To me:) You died as a young boy in an operation, however, in this life as you think of it. You died again in the war, where you were a pilot — but those are not your official deaths, so you do not recognize them.³

Now: Your beliefs and intents cause you to pick, from an unpredictable group of actions, those that you want to happen. You experience those events. (To me:) “Your” desire to live straddled the death of the child in an operation. The child’s desire to die chose that event. People are as free as atoms are. Give us a moment … In no way could you predict what would happen to the child in that photograph of yourself.⁶ In no way now can you “predict” what will happen to you now. You can choose to accept as your reality any number of given unpredictable events. In that respect, the choice is yours, but all the events you do not accept occur nevertheless.

Again, Ruburt is still experiencing massiveness…. All of the atoms and molecules that have composed your body since your birth, and will compose it until your death, in your terms, exist now; so even your knowledge of the body is experienced in a time form — that is, bit by bit.

In dreams you are acquainted with probable events, from which you then choose; (to me:) so before you died as a child, you knew that you could pick or choose that death. In greater terms you chose both life and death, and the picture of you at the age of 16⁹ was never taken in one reality.

3. According to Seth, then, in one probability I failed to survive the operation I underwent for appendicitis in this reality when I was 11 years old. My second probable death took place sometime during the years of my military service (1943–46) in World War II. It’s interesting to note that Seth says I was a pilot, and hence an officer, in that probability. In the reality I know, I served in the ATC — the Air Transport Command — as an aircraft instrument specialist and mechanic, with the rank of staff sergeant. While on duty in some of the remote islands of the Pacific, however, I managed to get in some flying time, though not as a pilot.