“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(9:45.) When you try to control power or people, you always copy. To some extent the world copies itself, in that there are patterns.² But those patterns are always changed to one extent or another, so that no object is ever a copy of another — though it may appear to be the same.

The familiar and strange are intimately connected in your most obvious, your simplest utterance. You are surrounded by miracles. Why, then, does the world so often seem dour and cruel? Why do your fellow beings sometimes seem like unfeeling monsters — (loudly:) Frankensteins not of body but of mind, spiritual idiots, ignorant of any heritage of love or truth or even graceful beasthood? Why does it seem to many of you that the race, the species, is doomed? (Whispering:) Why do some of you feel, in your quiet moments, such a sentence just?⁴

(Loudly:) Generally speaking (underlined), most of you live in your own world, with others of your kind. Those of you who do not believe in war have not experienced it. It may have surrounded you, but you did not experience it. Those of you who do not believe in greed have not suffered its “consequences.” If you still see it, it is because it is a part of your reality. If you are honestly not greedy, yet you see greed, then perhaps you are serving as an example to others — but you form your own reality.

(Again loudly:) Michelangelo⁵ roamed the centuries, picking up visions and ideas as others might buy postcards, journeying from one country to a foreign land. His genius shows you what you are, and yet it is but a hint of the potential with which your species is endowed.

(Instead of ending the session she took time out for a peanut-butter sandwich and a glass of milk. Then at 11:15: “I’m just waiting …” Then: “Now I’m getting different things but they aren’t clear, so I’ll just wait …” Then at 11:20: “I’m getting one of those frustrating things that’s too big — too massive, really, — to be verbalized. There’s a sense of strain. I’m trying to go beyond myself … Now I’m almost getting it …” Jane, half smiling, bemused, shook her head. “Well, I’ll see, Rob. I’ll just see …” She lit a cigarette and took off her glasses. Quietly at 11:50.)

I am more aware of my reality than you are of yours, but the terms of being are the same in every place and every time. They bring forth the greater comprehension of each self, of itself. (Long pause.) Ruburt experiences now what he calls a massive quality, a physical and psychic expansion of consciousness in which the dear familiar world seems small — yet twice precious. So does it appear to my consciousness.⁷

The petty wars, even those still to be fought, are but dim memories, once vital but lost as nightmares in greater awakenings. So even in this moment Ruburt faintly feels a nostalgic memory for lives come and gone, as you might for fond dreams barely recalled.

(12:05 A.M. Jane said her “massive” feeling was gone now. She added that she didn’t think she’d held anything back; but at the same time, she had sensed information we weren’t ready for yet — or that, to put it another way, lay in our future.)