“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

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

The infinite ranges possible to human capabilities would be explored — and those who chose that route said, quote: “We will trust that our creativity will find its own way, and if there are nightmares we will waken from them. We will even learn from them. We will dare to push aside the dimensions of being into those realms in which only the gods have gone before — and through our utter vulnerability to experience, discover the divinity that gives our humanity its meaning. And (whispering) through the compassion that we have learned, will we be able to understand the divine errors⁶ that gave us the gift of our birth. Souls and molecules each are learning, each are forming realities, each are a part of a divinity in which each counterpart has a part to play.”

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.