“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Dictation: When you are in an airplane looking down upon the planet, then you see the mountain ranges and the valleys, the rivers, plateaus, cities, fields and villages. To some extent you realize that the world has physical contents, existing at one time yet varying in their characteristics. In those terms, the world is composed of its physical ingredients. That “package” is the only part of the picture that you see, however.

There are earthquakes that erupt physically, and tracings are made of them. There are also inner earthquakes of consciousness from which the physical ones emerge — storms of mind or being, eruptions in which one segment of the world consciousness, repressed in one area, explodes in another.

If you could orbit your planet in a different kind of craft, you could view the psychic contents of the world, seeing the world consciousness shining far more brilliantly than any lighted city. You could spot the point of intense activity, see the birth of new myths and the death of old ones as certainly as you might be able to see a mountain slide or a tidal wave. The physical portions of earth are all related. So does consciousness form its own kind of inner structures from which, again, the physical ones emerge. You are indeed counterparts, then, each of the other. Yet as there is great variety to physical form, so counterparts follow a still more expansive inner freedom that finds an even greater diversity of characteristics.

(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.

(All emphatically and joyously:) In your terms, the world is intensely different from one moment to another, with each smallest portion of consciousness choosing its reality from a field of infinite probabilities.³ Immense calculations, far beyond your conscious decisions as you think of them, are possible only because of the unutterable freedom that resides within minute worlds inside your skull — patterns of interrelationships, counterparts so cunningly woven that each is unique, freewheeling, and involved in an infinite cooperative venture so powerful that the atoms stay in certain forms, and the same stars shine in the sky.

You choose the city or state or country in which you live. No one forces you to stay there unless you are looking for an excuse to remain. So you choose your psychic land as well. You can travel from one psychic land to another as you can journey into other parts of the physical world. Some great travelers never left the country of their birth.

(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.

In the light of such ideals, surely you seem wanting — yet your reality is one in which the greatest freedoms have been allowed. This means that you have given yourselves full range so that all probabilities could be explored, and none left out that were physically feasible.

No one knew who I was then,

(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 dwell, in a way, in a realm that is more direct than yours. That is one image. I allow myself greater acknowledgment of my being. I speak with the wisdom, for example, that your cells would utter if they had speech.

Seth’s almost casual remark here: “So does it appear to my consciousness,” embodies a new thought for us in connection with Jane’s adventures with massiveness; it’s the kind of clue about the Seth phenomenon that we’re always interested in getting. I also think the statement represents one way in which Jane, while speaking for Seth, interprets his reality for us in terms we can understand.