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Monday, January 3, 2011

Seth Study Group-Online Story

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
if I die before I wake,
I pray for God my soul to take
“Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep,” said the child kneeling at the side of her bed.
“Mommy, who is the Lord?” The three year old asked when she had finished.
“God, now climb into bed and let me tuck you in,” replied the mother.
“But where’s my soul?”
“You’re your soul.”
The child sat up in the bed and began to touch her head and chest. “I’m me Mommy. My teacher said this is my body. ” she cried.
The mother sat down next to the child and gathered her into her arms. “Okay sweetie, let me read you a bedtime story, and it will help your soul to remember who you are. The name of the story is Seth Speaks.”
“Who is Seth?”
“I’m going to tell you now.” She pulled the worn paperback book out of her sweater pocket and turned to the page she knew by heart and began to read.
I am an energy personality essence, no longer focused in physical matter. As such, I am aware of some truths that many of you seem to have forgotten. I hope to remind you of these.

The mother read the words as much for herself as for her daughter. We all need reminders she thought.  
According to Seth, the information he was giving had been told throughout the centuries, but forgotten. Probably she thought, because humans became so enmeshed with materialism—matter; they forgot who they were. The mother hurriedly flipped through the pages looking for one more important statement. “I got it!” she exclaimed, excitedly.
Seth said, “A soul is not something that you have. It is what you are.” She continued reading, “The soul or entity—in other words, your most intimate powerful inner identity—is and must be forever changing.  It forms the flesh and the world that your know, and it is in a state of becoming.”
She thought about how for years she really believed she had a soul, based first on her previous religious beliefs, and then on some of the New Age material she had read later. At last, she understood she was the soul and that carried a lot of weight.
Seth had described the soul as the most potent consciousness-unit known in the universe.
The little girl blinked once or twice before closing her eyes. She felt safe and content lying next to her mother. Her mother seemed so happy whenever she read from the Seth book. The words her mom had read to her where strange and she didn’t understand them, but something inside of her stirred, as she remembered the time before she was in her mommy’s stomach. She decided she would dream about that time again.
After a few seconds, the mother got up and hurried to her room. She called several friends and invited them over for a study group on the Seth Material. The time had come and she had to do her part.

Maria looked at the small group that had come to her first Seth study group. Sitting to her right was John the athletic coach at the high school where she taught Spanish. He had played pro ball until he had injured his knee. Unable to return to the team he decided to teach. They had become good friends, both being members of the same Teacher’s Book Club. When she had opened the door for him, he had embraced her with a gentle hug. Seth Speaks by Jane Roberts was held in one of his huge hands. She had given it to him for a birthday gift. When she had called to invite him to the study group, she imagined his smile as he said, “What took you so long? You know I’m on my second read. The material is above my athletic brain.”
Her eyes moved to her best friend Romayne. Most people thought they were sisters, with their oval faces, dark brown eyes, and long hair. They grew up together in the same neighborhood and were inseparable. Even their husbands would tease them about their closeness. Like twins they liked the same foods, clothes and when in college, the same men. It was no surprise that they both started reading New Thought material at the same time, attending metaphysical workshops, and reading the tarot cards.
Romayne’s husband, Richard, sat next to her, his bifocals perched on his nose as he turned the pages of the book. They had met at a New Age expo where Romayne was doing psychic readings. They would tell everyone, it was soul recognition.

Maria wished she could persuade her husband Kyle to come. Whenever she would approach him on reading Seth and joining the group, he would kiss her on the forehead and tell her she knew when they married he was an agnostic and he was still a non-believer.  Besides, he had work to do. Kyle, an attorney,  worked long hours to make partner in the firm. There is another way to do this she would tell him. “Create your reality with your thoughts and emotions. If you just would read Seth…”
Before she could finish, he would interrupt her, pretending he was speaking to a jury.  “Members of the jury, my wife want me to sit around like a yogi chanting, I am a partner.” Then he would turn to her and say, “Baby it takes work, not wishful thinking. But right now I wish your Seth would work his magic and prepare this brief for me.” He would chuckle.
“No, you don’t understand,” she would tried to tell him about the power of thoughts to manifest your reality, but to no prevail. He would pull her into his arms and she would never get a chance to finish the conversation.  
Maria returned her thoughts back to the study group and looked at Clara, who was new to New Thought concepts. Nevertheless, she had taken the chance and given her Seth Speaks at one of the book club meetings.
“I want to recommend this book to the group. Could you read it and let me know if you think the members would be interested? You have been a member longer than I have.” Maria handed her the book.
Clara hesitated a moment as she read aloud the words on the cover of the book, “Seth, a personality from another world now speaks through the borrowed body of spirit-medium of Jane Roberts. “
Looking at Maria, she shook her head affirmatively and scurried down the aisle in the school library. Maria knew she was only reading it because she felt as though it was her duty as a librarian to control what the group read.
Now she sat in Maria’s den with a Bible prominently displayed on her lap.
The doorbell rang and Maria ran up the several steps to answer it. She didn’t want to disturb Kyle. Maria peeped through the shutters and her yoga partner, Bea waved at her. They had met at a local yoga center. Bea was the instructor and helped her through her pregnancy and postnatal yoga to get her shape back. Bea was always late and true to form she stood at the door and her lips formed the word, “Sorry.” When Maria opened the door, Bea said, “I didn’t mean to create this lateness.” They both laughed. 
Maria went around the room introducing everyone. If only Kyle would reconsider and join the group, they would be the perfect seven, she thought. 2012 was fast approaching and they would have to choose one of the paths. Her mission was to be a guide for others, and she was failing. She couldn't even get the closest person to her to awaken.

Kyle stood in the doorway of his daughter’s room. She was asleep. He went over and gently pulled the cover up to her shoulders and reached down and kissed her on the cheek. Maria and Karia meant so much to him since he never had a real family; he was raised in the foster care system. He had often thought about searching for his mother, but after he married Maria and they had Karia, he no longer thought about finding the woman who had given him up at birth. Life was perfect until recently. He wished Maria ease up on her supernatural and spiritual obsessions. He had put his foot down when she mentioned astrology and crystal healing at a firm party. Politely changing the topic, he watched as she walked away from the group.  
Once home, they had a heated discussion as they prepared for bed. “It’s not a hobby. It’s who I am,” she said, her face taunt and defiant.
“I’m just asking you not to say anything, because most of the people in my law firm are Christians. People fear the supernatural or the paranormal.”
“They fear it because they don’t know or understand it. I’m trying to educate them.”
“How about just teaching Spanish and leave that up to the religious leaders.”
“That just it, this isn’t about religion. It’s about Truth.”
“What is Truth Maria?” He glanced at her as if she was witness in one of his cases.
“Mahatma Gandhi said there is no religion higher than Truth.” She said in strong, deeper voice than her own.
 “You didn’t answer the question. What is this Truth you keep talking about?”
“As an attorney you function according to your left brain and want a concrete definitive answer, but I can’t give that to you. I’m intuitive-right brain. “She stepped closer to him and put both of her hands on his chest. “ “Truth is inside here,” she pointed to his heart with her finger. “It's about soul evolution, its connection to the Divine Mind, the Earth and each other. Once you know who you’re, you’ll know and understand the language of the Great Architect of Truth.”
“Yeah, and it will set me free.” He smirked, looking into her dark, shinny eyes as chills embraced his body. They were coming quite frequently now, every since Marie had started talking this nonsense about the Great Architect of Truth.
Kyle checked his daughter’s monitor to make sure it was on, and then he quietly closed her door. On the way to the kitchen to get a glass of wine, he stopped at the top of the steps that led to the den on the lower level of the house. Maria was introducing everyone. She was a good teacher and he knew that she would also be an excellent leader. Marie had always been his rock, supporting him through law school and sticking by him until he found the right law firm.
He was torn between returning to his office and working on the stack of files on his desk or joining the group. He had to be in court early the next morning, but the sweet sound of his wife’s voice stirred something inside of him. Not only did they not go out any more, their intimate life was on hold too. Most nights she was already sleep when he slipped into the bed.
Kyle wasn’t a religious man, but tonight he felt like praying to God to spare him. Hadn’t he been through enough in life--the suffering and hardships at the hands of others? Why was God punishing him? Changing his wife into someone he didn’t know.
He took a step down.

Maria smiled when Kyle stood in the doorway of the den. Unlike John’s large frame, he was medium height and thin. Kyle worked out at the firm’s gym a couple of times a week and played golf with the partners. His mind was always racing with analytical thoughts about everyone and everything. Even now she knew he was probably mentally studying the group. Perhaps it was his profession as a criminal attorney to notice small details about people. She motioned with a nod of her head to him to sit in the folding chair next to her. The day before Maria had covered the metal chair with a blue padded cushion. The white candles she had lit and placed on the table and the mantel of the fireplace before her guests had arrived, flickered as Kyle walked passed them.
When he had finally sat down, she reached over and touched his hand; her reality had manifested. She so desperately wanted him to freely co-create this reality with her, knowing that she couldn’t will, create or force him to participate. His soul had to create the experience, even though he would fervently deny or debate her about the existence of the soul and God.
Now he was here. Looking at him, she noticed how tired he looked and lately he hadn’t been smiling as much. She missed the closeness they once had before the birth of Karia, before he became entrenched in the legal world, and before she had become aware of her assignment in this lifetime.  Maria introduced him to the one person in the group who didn’t know him.
“This is my husband, Kyle.” She smiled at Clara.
“I think I have seen you at the school a couple of times.” Clara responded.
“You probably have.” Kyle answered. “My wife has volunteered my services a number of times to help with school activities.”
“I’m eternally grateful for your help. And I would like to thank all of you for showing up tonight. This group is an opportunity for us to expand our human consciousness through the study of spiritual knowledge. We are starting with the Seth material, but I will add other works as we continue. ” Maria stated selecting her terminology with care. Originally, she had planned to use the word esoteric in place of spiritual, but knew she might deter some of them. Each of them was at different levels of soul development, and she would have to start from scratch and hope that the more advance ones in the group would be patient. These beginning sessions would be a reminder for them.
“Like I said Teach, what took you so long to get this together? This book,” John held up Seth Speaks, “is not just something you read and toss aside. The ideas in it are phenomenal and need to be examined under a microscope.” He said using the nickname he had given because he recognized the depth of her knowledge.
“Yeah, what got me was that statement he made in the first section about not having a physical body, but being able to write a book.” Richard joined into the conversation.
Nodding at both of them, she continued addressing the group. “We will explore all those ideas and how they impact on this group.” Before she could finish, Romayne jumped into the conversation.
 “Do you think we reincarnated together?” She had been waiting patiently to chime in. Romayne respected Maria’s knowledge and great interpretation of spiritual concepts, but she also had the same gift. This could have been her group, but she realized that it wasn’t time yet. She could learn a lot from Maria and the dynamics of a soul group.
“It’s quite possible; we all co-created this together.”
Clara raised her hand to be acknowledged. “Hold on a minute. I don’t understand anything you guys are talking about. I read the book, but I’m lost. Most of it didn’t make any sense to me. It read like a bad science fiction.” She pulled the book from underneath her Bible.
“Teach,” Bea said loudly. “What about opening with a meditation before staring the discussion?”
“Yes, I know. I didn’t realize that I would get this type of feedback so quickly. Bea will lead us in a short meditation, but first just let me say this one thing. “We have chosen to reincarnate together. Perhaps in another lifetime we didn’t complete an assignment or learn what we needed too. Seth explains that often souls return for just the security of being with each other. We just might discover why we are together.”
“I don’t believe in reincarnation and it’s not in the Bible.” Clara stated, holding her Bible up with her right hand so everyone could see it.
“Neither do I.” said Kyle. “And not because reincarnation was taken out of the Bible. I believe we only get one shot at this lifetime, and we have to make the best of the hand we have been dealt.”
Everyone had started talking at once. Maria shouted out, “Please be quiet,” she tried to gain control of the group.
Bea jumped up, and went into Vriksha-asana, the Tree Yoga Pose. Everyone stopped talking and looked at her as she stood on the left leg, bent the right leg and placed the right foot on the root of the left thigh; gracefully she raised both of her arms over her head, keeping her elbows unbent, and then joined the palms of her hands together. She took a deep breath.
“You don’t really expect us to do that.” Clara looked horrified

Several minutes later Maria turned on the lights and recommended that everyone do a few stretches, and then help themselves to the vegetarian lasagna and vegetable platter she had prepared.
With plates and drinks in hand the group came back together. While they ate, Maria told them the story of how she had read Seth Speaks when it was first published in the early 70’s, but like most of them in the room, she didn’t grasp all the principles either. “A few months ago, I was cleaning out my bookcase and a book fell off the shelf onto the floor. I picked it up and it was Seth Speaks.” She stopped for a moment to take a sip of the warm apple cider.  “I flipped through the book and eventually began to read it and read it and read it.”
“I’ll second that.” John spoke out. “She carries it around everywhere, and now I’m doing the same.”
“I thought we would start off with the basic concept of Seth—I’m more than flesh and blood, I’m a soul creating my reality. That’s not exactly how he stated it, but it’s close. What do you think about that?”
“I have heard others say it as I’m a spirit being having a human experience.” Richard stated as he took off his eyeglasses and cleaned them with the napkin.
“Honey, we have discussed this.” Romayne answered her husband. “Soul and Spirit are two different concepts, aren’t they Maria?”
“Yes, I do believe they are two different concepts based on how you perceive them. If you refer to yourself as a soul, you perceive Self from the Metaphysical philosophy. However, using spirit fits in perfectly with religious and spiritual beliefs. Seth uses the terms soul or entity. He warns about getting caught up in terminology or jargon.
“Good, because I prefer to be called a person.” Clara stated, looking around the room at the group as she got up to put her paper plate in the trash bin.
“Don’t you get it? This is about more than being a person, identifying with your body. It’s about being a multidimensional soul and knowing what you are capable of doing.” John spoke as his eyes followed Clara.
“That's true John." Maria spoke up. "Because when we think of ourselves of being only a body with a mind and spirit, we are caught in a program that limits our perception of reality and creative abilities. And for our spiritual evolution, we need to break through that barrier. The first step is to recognize and accept that I’M A Soul creating a physical experience.” The words flowed out of Maria’s mouth before she even had a chance to think about it.
“You’re saying that I’m creating being here with you right now and listening to this nonsense. I don’t buy that.” Clara returned to her seat and tightened her hold on the Bible.

“Who else but the Almighty? He is responsible for everything.” Clara replied indignantly.
 “Bull, prove it to me.” The words slipped out Kyle’s mouth before he had a chance to think about them, but he couldn’t stop. “I don’t believe in your God.” He looked at Clara. “I pulled myself up by my own bootstraps and improved my own lot in life. Your God sitting in the sky didn't do anything for me. I'm not one of his chosen people.”
“You don’t believe in God” Clara screamed, her eyes glowed with contempt.
Before Kyle could respond, Maria spoke out. “That’s just it. Who can prove the existence of God or the Divine Mind to anyone in the room? Everyone's perception or belief is based on his understanding of the nature of reality handed down from his family of origin. And that's why we are here to expand our consciousness. Because when we do that we see beyond the reality we have been programmed to accept.”
Maria welcomed the moment of quietness. She had to collect her thoughts. Kyle's outburst had rattled her nerves. He was still angry with Clara's God in Heaven. He didn't know that his anger made him a believer. She had hoped that through the years her brand of spirituality had rubbed off on him.  
Romayne  raised her hand and Maria acknowledged her with a nod of her head.
Richard and I don’t’ believe that God is a man deciding who is going to be sick, well, poor or rich. We believe that God is a multidimensional being or even an idea held in consciousness that manifest in everything, everywhere, and is all powerful.” Romayne kept her voice low and non-combatable.
“Well, since everyone is putting in his or her two cents of who is God let me just say this.” John chimed in. “I used to believe in a God where I had to beg for  good to materialize in my life, and I did that in the form of praying and confessing. But it didn’t work. Terrible things continued to happen to me. After I left Catholicism, I went from Hinduism to Buddhism. The Buddhists don’t believe in God. I felt comfortable doing Zen. It helped me to get centered, but something was still missing. Then Maria gave me Seth Speaks for my birthday. The concepts in this book along with my other spiritual studies helped to get me to the point I am at now—awakened to other possibilities of reality.”
Maria couldn’t help but smile at John, and it didn’t go unnoticed.
“I think we should end here. But you have an assignment.” Maria said hurriedly as they began to stand up. “As you go about your week become aware of your environment and how you act or react to it. Notice any unusual occurrences. Plan to share them with us next week, same day and time. Bea would you close out with the Unity Prayer of Protection by James Dillet Freeman. Everyone let's hold hands."
 Bea’s sweet voice permeated the room as she sang:

The light of God surrounds me;
The love of God enfolds me;
The power of God protects me;
The presence of God watches over me.
Wherever I am, God is!

Kyle and Maria slept in the same bed that night, but each lost in his or her own thoughts. The next morning words were barely spoken between the two as they moved about preparing for the work day. Their daughter Karia stared at the two silent people at the breakfast table.

Finally she spoke out. “Mommy are you mad with daddy?” She asked,

“No, no Karia.” They both tried to reassure her.

“Daddy don’t go to work today. Stay home.” Her big brown eyes pleaded with him.

Kissing her on the forehead, Kyle said, “Hey baby girl, your old man has to work to help feed this family. But I promise I’ll come home early tonight.”

On the drive to work, Kyle's thoughts rotated back and forth between what happened the night before and his pending case. Kyle knew Maria was probably upset with him for burbling out his atheist beliefs. He was supposed to remain in the closet and not let others know the great guru Maria was married to a man who didn’t believe in God. They existed as a couple because she wasn’t religious, trying to force him to attend church or believe in anything, until she started reading Seth Speaks.

He glanced at his briefcase. At the last moment he had stuck the book into it. Not that he planned to read it. There wouldn’t be time. His day was devoted to Arthur P. Schwinger, the wife beater. He turned right at the next busy intersection instead of going straight to the courthouse. He would dash into his office, pick up some legal papers he needed, check a few messages and then head to the courthouse.

 A snow flake fell on the window of the car, then two more and as if he didn’t have enough on his plate, the snow started coming down steadily and traffic slowed. Hell, he thought, God is messing with me again. If there is a God up there, then the battle is on. And I play to win.  

At that exact moment, Kyle felt as if his body was hit with a ton of bricks as his head seemed to jerk backwards and upward to the roof of the car at the same time. The air bag inflated, penning him in. His brand new black Lexus was sandwiched between a truck that sat on his trunk and the front end of his car was piled up on the rear end of a SUV.  

"Damn you God!" He screamed. 

The firemen and police officers helped him out of the car. It was all so surreal. The screeching sound of the ambulance left him feeling shaky as they carried the driver of the SUV to the nearest hospital. He should have been the one going, the police officer kept telling him.

“Sir, I really recommend that you go to the hospital. You have a  cut on the top of your head. I have seen enough of these types of accidents to know that a day later your muscles are sore and nerves frail. You might have a concussion. It’s best to get help now.”

The ambulance attendant had cleaned the cut and put a bandage on it. Drops of red blood spotted the collar of his white shirt.

“Is there anyone you want me to call?” The office asked him.

 “God?” He said, sarcastically.

 The young officer looked bewilderingly at the dazed man.

Kyle reached into his pocket to get his phone. He had to let someone at his office know what happened. He thought about Maria; he didn’t kiss her goodbye that morning. The phone dropped out of his hands. He bent over to retrieve it and saw two of them. Then he was on the ground as blackness engulfed him.

To be continued at January 20, 2011

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