“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now, the session in the last class (see Note 3) was a combination of the most sophisticated and the most primitive, for the English words, in your terms, are understood by the proud intellect that rises above the shoulders so securely. Yet the sounds upon which those words ride are far more sophisticated than the language of which you are all so proud. For they are indeed the sounds of insects through the centuries, of stars swirling through the universe, of the blood pounding through your veins.

Now, listen to a portion of last Tuesday’s class session and follow it with the transcript. See what your mind learns from the words. See what you learn that is not in the words. Hear, again, because several of you liked those sounds so well, the insects creeping across the forests of Europe and Africa. But hear also the voices of acknowledgment of your living cells as they grope and grow in the sacred continents of your own physical beings. See the oneness, and the ancient newness that is never repeated!

“I am the voice of your world in its past and its future, and because of that I am your own voice in its past and future. The rocks cannot speak words that you hear, and you do not listen when your cells speak to you, and so I speak humbly for them, and translate for you the archaeology of your own being.