“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Smile:) The supernatural radio that is your entire psyche contains many such stations, however. These are all playing at the same time. It would be highly confusing in this analogy to experience or hear all of these at once, however, so different portions of the psyche tune in to different stations, concentrate upon them, and tune out the others for immediate practical purposes. Because these stations all operate within the same psyche or supernatural radio, the overall quality of the programs will have much to do with the nature of the psyche itself. Radios are wired and contain transformers and transistors. The overall reception is dependent upon the wiring and the inner workings of the radio — and (intently) those workings exist apart from the stations they are meant to pick up. In the same way, the “supernatural psyche” exists apart from the stations of consciousness that it contains. In this case indeed the psyche itself makes the radio, adding ever-new connections and stations.

New paragraph. Basically, however, consciousness is freewheeling. Such realities therefore always exist — in your own psyche — outside of your “home station,” and some portion of your own consciousness is always involved in them. Period. There are bleed-throughs, so to speak, in the form of unofficial perceptions that often occur, or “impossible” events that are seemingly beyond explanation. (Pause.) For now think of your own psyche, which is a consciousized identity, as a kind of “supernatural radio.” All of the stations exist at once within the psyche. These do not come through with sound alone, but with all the living paraphernalia of the world. The “you” that you recognize is but one signal on one such station, tuned in to a certain frequency, experiencing that station’s overall reality from your own viewpoint — one that is unique and like no other, and yet contributing to the whole life of the station.

Your experience of yourself marks the seeming boundaries of yourself. In a manner of speaking, I am one personality and one program or station. Ruburt is another. We have learned to be aware of each other* to communicate between stations, to affect each other’s programs and to change each other’s worlds. I do not speak alone to Ruburt and Joseph, for example, but my words go out to the world that you know. Still within your framework, Ruburt tunes in to another station, translates it and broadcasts the information. To do this, however, he has to alter his own consciousness, withdraw momentarily from the official station to bring in this one. That means tuning in to other portions of the psyche, as well as another kind of reality. The final translation of my material has to come through his organism, however, or it would be meaningless to you.

The first journey from one home station to another, unfamiliar one may bring you in contact with various kinds of bleed-throughs, distortions, or static. [...] Before you can pick up the “next” station, for example, you may see ghost images in your mind, or pick up distorted versions from your own home station. You have momentarily dispensed with the usual, habitual organizational process by which you unite regular physical sense perceptions, so while you are “between stations,” you may well encounter mixed signals from each. [...] That applies to your home station or physical world as well.

If you listen to an FM radio station, there is a handy lock-in gadget that automatically keeps the station in clear focus; it stops the program from “drifting.” In the same way, when you daydream you drift away from your home station, while still relating to it, generally speaking. [...]

This can show you what was missing from your home station if you know how to read the clues. You form your home station according to your beliefs. If you firmly believe, again, that sex is wrong, then your home station may involve you in a life “programming” in which you constantly try to deny the vitality of the flesh. [...]

[...] You form your private and joint adventures, and bring them into experience by using your physical apparatus — your body — in a particular way, tuned in to a large programming area in which, however, there are many different stations. In your terms, these stations come alive. [...]

[...] Using that set, you can leap from station to station, so to speak — not simply perceiving, but experiencing what is happening in other times and places.

[...] When you are dreaming, from your viewpoint you are entering other levels of reality quite as native to your psyche, but usually you are still experiencing those events through your current “waking station.” [...]

[...] Something also about improving one’s station in life. [...] Anyhow, he used a phrase that I remembered when I woke up: “I live in a brown-paper-bag part of town,” meaning a lower middle-class neighborhood; he implied that that was his station in life, and that he had no idea of trying to change it, or felt that he couldn’t. In the dream I wore a brown faded coat and perhaps a small matching hat. [...]

[...] As noted in the car data on pages 8 and 9, I had an appointment to pick up the car at the service station at 5 PM Friday, August 14,1964, the same day I bought membership in AAA. The station was located across the street from the AAA office, and the car was at the station while I was in the AAA office.

[...] I dropped her off there, then left the car at the station in question for an oil filter change and a general checkup. [...] I was due to return to the station for the car at 5 PM that same day. [...]

[...] I obtained the actual object on Friday, August 14,1964; while doing this the car was left at the station for servicing, and the events developing at the station very nearly prevented our leaving on vacation the following day, Saturday, August 15.

[...] When you turn on a radio to a particular station and find that it is distorted by static, you realize that the distortion is in the reception. [...] There is nothing wrong with the station, but with your reception of it.

[...] I was the proprietor of a gas station on Keystone Avenue, up near the skating-rink section, and on the other side of the highway from the Acme Market location. [...] I not only owned the station which serviced cars, but did the actual work; my clothes were worn and greasy. [...]

Very vaguely indeed, this could be compared to a voice from one station suddenly being captured by another. [...]

[...] You would not have a stationary station to return to.

[...] Consciousness, travelling, cannot automatically manipulate the physical station. [...]

If you are normally capable of dealing with physical reality, you will encounter no difficulties in alterations of consciousness, or leaving your home station. [...] The same applies when you leave your home station. [...]

[...] Many of them might work quite well “at home,” but when you begin to journey away from that home station you may find that those same ideas impede your progress.

[...] When you leave your home station, those objects and events no longer present themselves in the same fashion.

A cove in water, at right angles to a gasoline station. [...]

([Myself: “Can you give us the location of the gasoline station?”)

I believe there is an “M” in connection with the station, and perhaps an “A” and a “C”. [...]

The gas station association, while not particularly helpful for your purposes, was in some ways legitimate. [...] The gasoline station was Ruburt’s personal association derived from this, subconsciously.

[...] A filling station.

(“A filling station.” [...]

[...] She said that in spite of its size there are relatively few gasoline stations on the lake. [...] This livery of course has a gasoline station with it. She gave the location of this station as about 5 miles north of Himrod, on Route 14, on the west side of the lake. [...]

[...] Describing the location of a certain cove, and underwater cave, Seth used as a starting point a gasoline station and the letters M, A, and C. Seth told us these could be part of the name Mack, or were involved with a Mack truck; he was not sure.

[...] It was as if there was a radio in my head that kept switching from station to station.

[...] In the dream state, then, you are sometimes aware of too many stations. [...]

[...] You usually interpret their visitations, however, in terms of your own station of reality. [...]

[...] A mourning dove makes its lonely lovely sound; Frank comes in to make a phone call—ordering concrete for later today; Rob is typing in another room, the FM radio station is playing a symphony; outside my side window the green leaves shimmer in the air; and again, everything seems synchronized in its own fashion; everything separate yet together. [...]

[...] There will be some involvement, of course, as the child watches the images of the merry-go-round horses on the television station, while the story about another child’s visit to the playground will not take nearly as much of his interest.

[...] Now I would assume that this same thing applies to a station or vocation...”)

[...] or an unchanging station in those terms. [...]

[...] Now I would assume that this same thing applies to a station or vocation... [...]

[...] For a state of health is not an end product—or an unchanging station in those terms. [...]

[...] She followed me down the hill and into the service station there, where I waved goodbye. [...]

In a manner of speaking, each belief can be seen as a powerful station, pulling to it from fields of probabilities only those signals to which it is attuned, and blocking out all others. When you set up a new station there may be some static or bleed-through from an old one for a while.