“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The spirit of the first island visits the second one, and finds itself amazed. It feels an ever-thrusting power, rushing up from beneath, that erupts in always-changing form. Yet it is always itself, comparing its experience to what it has known. When the volcano itself, ceaselessly erupting, wishes for peace, the spirit of the first island thinks of its own quiet home shores. The volcano learns a new lesson: It can direct its power in whatever way it chooses, shooting upward or lying quietly. It can indeed be dormant and dream for centuries. (Slowly now:) It can, if it chooses, allow soft sands to lie gracefully upon its cooling expanse.

As you wonder, more astonished still, you discover other coral paths extending from you in all directions. These lead to further islands. “They are all me,” you think, though each is very different. One may have no trees at all, and another be the home of a volcano. Some may be filled with soft grasses, innocent of sand.

Its neighbor responds: “I know. You are me without my towering volcano, ignorant of the thundering magic of flowing lava, calm and rather stupid (emphatically), if the truth be known.”

[...] If you land upon a planet in a spaceship and find volcanoes, you would, perhaps, realize that other portions of that planet might show different faces. [...] If you did not understand the change in qualities of space, you might imagine that the whole planet was a giant volcano.

[...] In one respect he was like a time projection, appearing out of place, a psychological warp brought into displacement by a phenomena that psychologically could be likened to a natural phenomena like a volcano.