Seth Study Group, the Perfect Seven

A continuation from Seth-a Reminder of Truth 10/5/10

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.

To be continued

copyright by J.J.Michael

Seth Speaks-a Reminder of Truth

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.

To be continued...

Reality Check from Seth

I’m working from my bed. I fainted yesterday in the 96 degree weather at the Chickahominy POW wow in Charles City, Va. The short time I was at the POW wow was wonderful. My Native American brothers and sisters were wonderful hosts and when I had my fainting episode, they were very attentive and caring.  But all is well in my world and I see and feel myself being healthier and whole right now.

As I rest and contemplate on the events of my fainting, I thought about Seth. It is said that he coined the phrase: you create your reality.  I love the way he puts it: You are learning to be co-creators. You are learning to be gods as you now understand the term. You are learning responsibility—the responsibility of any individualized consciousness. You are learning to handle the energy that is yourself, for creative purposes.

I take full responsibility for what happened to me yesterday. I don’t blame God or believe that I had a spell of bad luck. I distinctly remembered thinking how I needed to get a medical checkup, but I didn’t want to use my present health care providers. At that time, they were just random thoughts.  To paraphrase what Seth says repeatedly in his book, Seth Speaks, by Jane Roberts, reality becomes what your mental thoughts project outwardly.

I got an EKG, blood work and a full medical examination by the medical emergency team of John Randolph Medical Center in Hopewell, Va.  Later when I looked into the hospital bathroom mirror and saw these soft ringlets of curls around my shoulders from the cool water they had poured on the back of neck at the fairgrounds. I laughed because the day before I had gone to the hair salon and settled for my typical straight hair style while thinking it was time to change to curls.  

Seth states, “You do not realize that you create your larger environment and know it by propelling your thoughts and emotions into matter—a breakthrough into three-dimensional life.”

I had studied about mental projection and knew this was a lesson in being aware of my random thoughts. Just think of all those random thoughts that are being propelled into matter by humanity, creating the reality of today’s world.   

I can’t wait to share with you how Seth describes the consciousness, the personality and the soul. Understanding these concepts will further help you understand the nature of reality. In the meantime, I encourage you to read Seth Speaks and you might want to check out http://Sethlearningcenter.com, and my eBook, Path to Truth. It’s free and describes my journey into higher consciousness. Just email me at jjmichael444@gmail.com, and I will send you a copy.

Master number 22 and The First Day of Fall

A quick break from the Seth Material to honor the first day of fall called the autumnal equinox.  Twice a year the sun crosses the equator making the day and night approximately equal in lenght.  This takes place today- September 22, 2010- at  10:09 PM. Interestingly, the number 22, is called the Master Builder. This is a clear indication that we need to start preparing and gathering, as the squirrels do, for the winter months ahead, until the vernal equinox that occurs on March 21, marking the beginning of spring in the Northern Hemisphere.
Meditate and give thanks for your blessings.

Seth Speaks by Jane Roberts--a Must Read for all Truthseekers

I’m reading Seth Speaks by Jane Roberts. The other day I stopped reading for a few moments to think about why I didn’t read the book when it was first published in 1972. It was a bestseller, challenging religious and metaphysical beliefs on the nature of reality and the soul.  I remembered my sister telling me about Seth, and I vaguely remembered not wanting to read anything that had to do with channeling. Besides I was too busy attending graduate school, working and having my first child. And if that wasn’t enough, I was hiding from my own psychic abilities.  During the day, I would wear my business suit as I moved up the corporate ladder. While at night I hovered under the arm-pit of my now ex-deceased husband, trying to stop an out-of-body experience. Sometimes I would hold my ears not to hear voices or squeeze my eyes tightly in order not to see spirits. The truth was I was too scared to read Seth.    

Thirty-eight years later with a lot of psychic, metaphysical, and spiritual experiences and travel under my belt, Seth is back and my ears, eyes and senses are wide open. As I read the book, I wanted to hear Seth speak and watch him come through Jane Roberts. I went looking for videos. The following videos are a three part series of taped interviews with Jane Roberts, her husband Robert Butts and of course Seth. I plan to explore the Seth’s material in the next several blogs to see if his explanation of the nature of reality thirty-eight years later is still as influential, if not more so, in today's world.

May the Spirt of Avalon Be With You

Wearyall Hill

The last in the series of the Glastonbury Mystical Journey. Please read the previous three blogs.

The triangle symbolizes three levels: the beginning, middle and end. And the end had come for our journey. The last day of the journey was spent walking  the Glastonbury Pilgrim’s Trail—visiting the sites and sights of this mystical and metaphysical place and listening to the local legends. We were now included in a long list of prestigious people who had traveled the pilgrim’s road. Folklore has it that Jesus and his uncle, Joseph of Arimathaea, had been early pilgrims to Glastonbury. Jesus had come, during those unaccountable years of his life, to study with the Druids, as part of his initiation into higher wisdom. Joseph of Arimathaea had planted his Jerusalem Thorn Staff on a place called Wearyall Hill. The staff took root and sprouted branches. The present day tree is a descendant of the staff. Either you believe or you don’t. I’m a believer in mystical things and occurrences. So, our first stop on the pilgrim's trail was Wearyall Hill. We didn't climb the hill, but looked at the tree from the highway, because you can't get to close to it. Everyone would be pulling leaves and branches off of it.

 

The next stop was Glastonbury Abbey. Here I actually stepped on the possible graves of King Arthur and Lady Genevieve. The tour guide for the Abbey told us the graves had been found in the Abbey cemetery during the rebuilding of the St. Mary’s Chapel. However, they have no proof that these are the actual graves. Joseph of Arimathaea also built the world’s first purpose-built Christian Church on the site of the oldest part of the Abbey. Glastonbury is the birthplace of Celtic Christianity. The Abbey has a rich and extensive history.  Today the Abbey is a place of meditation,but it looks more like a scene from the movie, Lord of the Rings.The photo to the left was taken by Pawel as we walked the grounds of the Abbey. He shot this photo using a special lens to create the black and white image.

Vesica Piscis

We had to walk through the city of Glastonbury to get to the Chalice Well, often stopping at the various stores to do a little shopping. Glastonbury reminded me of Sedona, Arizona with its many stores of crystals, books, psychic readings, and any and everything metaphysical. However, there is a distinct difference between the two. Even in the commercial district of Glastonbury you sense and feel a strong spiritual energy and a connection to it.  Arriving at the Chalice Well, we had to pay a small fee to enter the garden where the well is located. Even before we could get to the well, we discovered at the bottom of the garden a pool  shaped in the form of the Vesica Piscis. I later learned that this powerful geometric symbol is found throughout the garden. The Vesica Piscis symbolizes the birth portal; it is the birthing place where people and ideas join in mutual understanding and common ground.

On this cool summer day, I found myself drinking from the wellhead of the Chalice garden. The water is known for its healing properties. For a short time, we sat on the highest hill of the garden reflecting and reading. It was heaven on earth.

After a long day, we had one last place to visit, The Glastonbury Tor. Tor is a local Celtic word meaning conical hill. I should have been excited about the seeing the Tor because Archangel Michael is my spirit guide, but I wasn’t. Maybe I was sensing the dark side of the Tor. During the Dark Ages it was place of economic and cultural deprivation and later a place of executions. But it is also known as a holy hill, the home of the King of Fairies and at one time the home of the Medieval St. Michael’s Church. From our cottage we had an excellent view of the Tor, and I knew that I didn’t need to climb it. I had received the healing I needed. Catrina and Pawel had climbed the hill before and told me that it was a long and in some places a difficult climb, but they wanted to do it again. SeDona and I opted out and spent the evening having a fantastic dinner at a local restaurant.

Later that night I listened as Pawel and Catrina talked about their experience of climbing the Tor for a second time. I distinctly got the impression that the second climb was not as enjoyable as the first. They too, I believe had reached a high saturation of energy and now needed rest. The photo to the left is Pawel standing in front of the Tor.

At last we had come to end of this mystical journey, and as they say in Glastonbury, “May the Spirit of Avalon Be with you!”

How the Mounds Got So Big

A Continuation from previous blogs about Glastonbury.

As a child, like most children, I loved to play in dirt and probably ate a good amount of it in the process. And I distinctly remember piling dirt on top of dirt, making a huge pile of nothingness and I was happy. Little did I know at the time that I was just acting out an ancestral peculiarity. Our ancestors made mounds, some very colossal ones. While touring in Wiltshire, UK, we stopped for a short time at Silbury Hill. It is one of largest man-made mounds in Europe.

Archaeologists, scientist and other investigators don’t know the purpose of Silbury Hill. At one time they thought that it was a massive burial tomb, but after digging channels into the hill, they couldn’t find any human remains.

There are quite a few of these mounds in the United States that date back to prehistoric times. The Great Serpent Mound in Ohio is 1300 feet in length and at the serpent’s head it appears to be swallowing an egg or an oval shaped object.  Also on the day of the summer solstice, the serpent’s head is aligned to the sunset. Like Silbury it is a place of power and healing.


I have my own theory about the purpose of  mounds. It’s nothing scientific or historical. I think the people created the mounds to remind them to stay in alignment with the Earth. Maybe it was all about something as simple as play. Getting your hands into the dirt and becoming one with it. So, when things got tough or hard, they could look up at these massive hills and say, “Aha, let’s play in the dirt.” They were children again and the Creator was the Father/Mother God. Knowing and believing that the Creator would take care of them. So more dirt would be piled onto the hill and happiness was restored throughout the land. And that’s how the mounds got to be so big.