“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I will try however to give you this as an example. A personality is born in a particular environment that is not clear and straight but crooked, as in a maze. The angles, corners and curves of the maze he has cleverly formed himself, before this existence. To get out of the maze automatically means that he has developed the abilities necessary. The flexibility, spontaneity, persistence, what have you, none of which he may have acquired had the “road” in quotes been absolutely straight from start to finish.

Obviously he must forget that he constructed the maze to begin with. This does not prevent the unmazed portion of the self from watching, giving helpful hints of a kind to ward off discouragement. The helpful hints are themselves lessons, reminding the personality that only a portion of it is involved in the maze.

Consider then a network of wires somewhat like, although different from, Jane’s conception of idea construction—a maze of interlocking wires endlessly constructed, so that looking through them there would seem to be no beginning or end. [...]

[...] Again if you will consider our maze of wires, I will ask you to imagine them filling up everything that is, with your plane and my plane like two small bird’s nests in the net-like fabric of some gigantic tree.

[...] It would have been even finer to tap into those wondrous mazes much more, but we did the best we could. [...]

Like rats in mazes, with luck you could theoretically travel from one cube or maze to another, though practically this is impossible. [...]

If scientists think that the inner world is a murky maze of intimate chaos, let them see what happens when they attempt space travel; that is, journeys through a camouflage nonexistent space to begin with, with a camouflage vehicle. [...]

The impression of a maze (or amaze?). [...]

(“The impression of a maze.” [...]

(“Maze”, meaning puzzlement, can also apply here, for when the three women tried tipping the table they did not succeed. [...]

[...] You have become lost in intellectual mazes! [...]

And you will do much better than with these mazes of decisions that lead nowhere. [...]

“Consider a network of wires, a maze of interlocking wires endlessly constructed so that looking through them there would seem to be no beginning or end. [...]

[...] … Again if you will consider our maze of wires, I will ask you to imagine them filling up everything that is, with your plane and my plane like two small bird’s nests in the nestlike fabric of some gigantic tree. [...]

[...] There is a play within a play within a play, mazes of understanding. [...]

In the same way your unconscious also transforms for you, from an otherwise undifferentiated maze of reality, fields of activation into recognizable objects and events in your daily life.

[...] You will find your own way through complicated mazes of reality according to your own intuitional nature. [...]

[...] This is basically what I told you in our early analogy with the mazes and the wires.

[...] If you distinguished other quite legitimate reference points also, then your physical universe would be indistinguishable to your perceptions; that is, physical perceptions, lost in a maze of seemingly chaotic data. [...]

This (precognitive ability) steers the cell through mazes of probabilities, while allowing it to retain knowledge of its own greatest fulfillment — the idea of itself, which is always alive in any given period of your time. [...]

[...] I was afraid our beliefs ruled our lives so completely, were so pervasive, that we’d never get out of their mazes. [...]

[...] You always have something to look forward to, clearer insight, the closest approximation to truth that you might attain, where many others live in a maze, in which it seems (pause) that any hope of effecting change is literally impossible, privately.

Consider, then, a network of wires somewhat like, though different from, Jane’s conception of “Idea Construction” — a maze of interlocking wires endlessly constructed, so that looking through them there would seem to be no beginning or end. [...]

Again, if you will consider our maze of wires, I will ask you to imagine them filling up everything that is, with your plane and my plane like two small birds nests in the netlike fabric of some gigantic tree … Consider, for example, that these wires are also mobile, constantly trembling and also alive, in that they not only carry the stuff of the universe but are themselves projections of this stuff, and you will see how difficult it is to explain. [...]

[...] You are not left alone, therefore, lost in mazes of hallucination. [...]

[...] If you believe that your life has no meaning, then you will do anything to provide meaning, all the while acting like a mouse in one of science’s mazes — for your prime directive, so to speak, has been tampered with.

[...] Lately the apartment seemed frightening to him because he felt like a rat in a maze, reacting to the same stimuli in the same way, without knowing the reason and without the introduction of any change.

I would suggest Joseph, that when you find the time, or if you can coerce Ruburt into doing it for you, insert here for any reader’s convenience a copy of the early material, in which I set up the imagined structure of mazes.