“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now, you are an identity. Pretend that you hold a flashlight. The flashlight is your own consciousness. Now. You can turn this flashlight in an infinite number of directions. These directions are always available to you. But instead, you get the habit of directing your flashlight in one particular direction. You hold it in this direction constantly and you have forgotten, you see, that there are any other directions.

All you have to do is swing the flashlight in other directions. You must momentarily, for now, shift the focus of the flashlight. And when you shift it, the direction in which you are used to looking will momentarily appear dark, but other images and realities will become available to you. There is nothing to prevent you from swinging the flashlight back. And when you learn what you are doing, when you learn what you are doing—then you will learn how to hold the flashlight stationary and still illuminate all these other areas. And these whole other areas represent human personality and all its potentials.

What I want you to realize is that there is one entire fully alert and aware identity of which you are a part. As long as you are used to looking in only one direction, you will not be aware of this. But when you look, as with the flashlight, have faith that you will see.

Now. You know Ruburt as Jane Butts. You have been given a demonstration of the steps through which consciousness may travel. You have been given a demonstration as to the directions in which you can flash your flashlight of consciousness and of the distant paths that this light can illuminate...

[...] “Pretend that you hold a flashlight, and the flashlight is consciousness. [...]

“All you have to do is swing the flashlight in other directions. When you shift it, the path upon which you have been focusing will momentarily appear dark, but other realities and images will become available to you, and there is nothing to prevent you from swinging the flashlight back to the earlier position.”

[...] I do not expect you to play tricks with it, but I do hope you will realize that you can use it as a flashlight—that you can turn it in different directions. [...]

[...] Give it the same kind of a freedom that you would if you were holding a flashlight and flashing it through a forest. [...]

[...] The affair can be like a flashlight thrown upon your own individual and joint feelings about your beliefs and the world, and the stance that you take.

The comical series of events involving Floyd, one of his sons, and another helper had started this noon: “Hell, Rob, it’s a coon!” a surprised Floyd called down to me from the roof of the house, after the beam from his flashlight had illuminated the black mask across the animal’s face and made its eyes shine as it crouched at the base of the fireplace chimney. [...]

[...] With my flashlight, he glimpsed a medium-sized coon, but couldn’t tell if it was male or female, or whether it had young. [...]

[...] I groped for my flashlight in the bedroom, and also brought out candles and matches. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) In the dream state some of that experience, otherwise closed to you, forms the background of the dream drama (A one-minute pause.) Your consciousness is not one thing like a flashlight, that you possess. [...]

[...] Rooms ordinarily alien or unknown to me seemed to open up, although in a very concentrated focus, as say from the beam of a flashlight. [...]

[...] It proved that a TV antenna had been loosened over our porch roof, and a repairman asked us for the loan of a flashlight. [...]

(At 9:34 the service truck moved to the back of our house; we could see a man with a flashlight checking wires, etc., but no one knocked on our door. [...]

[...] You can send it out, use it like a flashlight. [...]

[...] It was after dark, the road was slippery with snow; I had to back down the hill while Jane lighted the way with a flashlight, until I found a driveway. [...]

[...] It was no coincidence that Ruburt took the flashlight and decided to check the clothes. [...]

[...] My father had taken my brother and me into the woods one night, at first tracking one of the insects by its sound, until finally he’d been able to illuminate with his flashlight the katydid as it perched on a branch at just the right height for us.]