“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

You think that the soul is a white wall with nothing written upon it, and so your idea of sacrilege is to shit upon it, not realizing that the shit and the soul are one, and that the biological is spiritual; and that, again — if you will forgive my homey concept — flowers grow from the shit of the earth. And in a true communion, all things of this life return to the earth, and are consumed and rise up again in a new life that is never destroyed or annihilated, though always changing form.

Your soul and your flesh are wedded together. One is not “better” than the other. Both are good. Both are, and you are both. The heritage of the earth, in your terms, is ancient and yet ever new, and when you write your letters (to correspondents) you write … with your intelligence and your wit. Yet if it were not that you shit once or twice a day, you would not be writing any letters!

You may find some of your most cherished conceptions to be misconceptions in the light of your new experiences. [...]

[...] Reminiscent within each form is the consciousness of all the other combinations, all of the other alliances, as identity continually forms new creative endeavors and gestalts of relatedness. [...]