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CHAPTER 1
I DO NOT HAVE A PHYSICAL BODY,
YET I AM WRITING THIS BOOK
You have heard of ghost hunters. I can quite literally be called a ghost writer, though
I do not approve of the term "ghost." It is true that I am usually not seen in physical
terms. I do not like the word "spirit," either; and yet if your definition of that word
implies the idea of a personality without a physical body, then I would have to agree
that the description fits me.
I address an unseen audience. However, I know that my readers exist, and therefore
I shall ask each of them, now, to grant me the same Privilege.
I write this book through the auspices of a woman of whom I have become quite
fond. To others it seems strange that I address her as "Ruburt," and "him," but the fact
is that I have known her in other times and places, by other names. She has been both
a man and a woman, and the entire identity who has lived these separate lives can be
designated by the name of Ruburt.
Names are not important, however. My name is Seth. Names are simply
designations, symbols; and yet since you must use them, I shall also. I write this book
with the cooperation of Ruburt, who speaks the words for me. In this life Ruburt is
called Jane, and her husband, Robert Butts, takes down the words that Jane speaks. I
call him Joseph.
My readers may suppose that they are physical creatures, bound within physical
bodies, imprisoned within bone, flesh, and skin. If you believe that your existence is
dependent upon this corporeal image, then you feel in danger of extinction, for no
physical form lasts, and no body, however beautiful in youth, retains the same vigor
and enchantment in old age. If you identify with your own youth, or beauty, or intel-
lect, or accomplishments, then there is the constant gnawing knowledge that these
attributes can and will vanish.
I am writing this book to assure you that this is not the case. Basically you are no
more of a physical being than I am, and I have donned and discarded more bodies than
I care to tell. Personalities who do not exist do not write books. I am quite independent
of a physical image, and so are you.
Consciousness creates form. It is not the other way around. All personalities are not
physical. It is only because you are so busily concerned with daily matters that you do
not realize that there is a portion of you who knows that its own powers are far
superior to those shown by the ordinary self.
You have each lived other existences, and that knowledge is within you though you
are not consciously aware of it. I hope that this book will serve to release the deeply
intuitive self within each of my readers, and to bring to the foreground of consciousness
whatever particular insights will serve you most.
As I begin this book it is late January, in your time, 1970. Ruburt is a slim, dark-
haired, quick woman now, who sits in a rocker and speaks these words for me.
My consciousness is fairly well focused within Ruburt's body. It is a cold night. This
is our first experience in writing a complete book in trance, and Ruburt was somewhat
nervous before the session began. It is not just a simple matter of having this woman
speak for me. There are many manipulations necessary, and psychological adjustments.
We have established what I refer to as a psychological bridge between us - that is,
between Ruburt and myself.
I do not speak through Ruburt as one might through a telephone. Instead there is a
psychological extension, a projection of characteristics on both of our parts, and this I
use for our communications. Later I will explain how this psychological framework is
created and maintained, for it is like a road that must be kept clear of debris. You
would be much better off in reading this book if you asked yourself who
you
are, rather
than asked who I am, for you cannot understand what I am unless you understand the
nature of personality and the characteristics of consciousness.
If you believe firmly that your consciousness is locked up somewhere inside your
skull and is powerless to escape it, if you feel that your consciousness ends at the
boundary of your body, then you sell yourself short, and you will think that I am a
delusion. I am no more a delusion than you are, and that may be a loaded sentence.
I can say this to each of my readers honestly: I am older than you are, at least in
terms of age as you think of it.
If a writer can qualify as any kind of authority on the basis of age, therefore, then I
should get a
medal.
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. I do not speak so much to the part of you that you
think of as yourself as to that part of you that you do not know, that you have to some
extent denied and to some extent forgotten. That part of you reads this book, [even] as
"you" read it.
I speak to those who believe in a god, and those who do not, to those who believe
that science will find all answers as to the nature of reality, and to those who do not. I
hope to give you clues that will enable you to study the nature of reality for yourself as
you have never studied it before.
There are several things that I shall ask you to understand. You are not stuck in
time like a fly in a closed bottle, whose wings are therefore useless. You cannot trust
your physical senses to give you a true picture of reality. They are lovely liars, with such
a fantastic tale to tell that you believe it without question. You are sometimes wiser,
more creative, and far more knowledgeable when you are dreaming than when you are
awake.
These statements may seem highly dubious to you now, but when we are finished I
hope that you will see that they are plain statements
of fact.
What I will tell you has been told before throughout the centuries, and given again
when it was forgotten. I hope to clarify many points that have been distorted through
the years. And I offer my original interpretation of others, for no knowledge exists in a
vacuum, and all information must be interpreted and colored by the personality who
holds it and passes it on. Therefore I describe reality as I know it, and my experience in
many layers and dimensions.
This is not to say that other realities do not exist. I have been conscious before your
earth was formed. To write this book - and in most of my communications with Ruburt
- I adopt from my own bank of past personalities those characteristics that seem
appropriate. There are many of us, personalities like myself, unfocused in physical
matter or time. Our existence seems strange to you only because you do not realize the
true potentials of personality, and you are hypnotized by your own limited concepts.
I am primarily a teacher, but I have not been a man of letters
per se
. I am primarily a
personality with a message: You create the world that you know. You have been given
perhaps the most awesome gift of all: the ability to project your thoughts outward into
physical form.
The gift brings a responsibility, and many of you are tempted to congratulate
yourselves on the successes of your lives, and blame God, fate, and society for your
failures. In like manner, mankind has a tendency to project his own guilt and his own
errors upon a father-god image, who it seems must grow weary of so many complaints.
The fact is that each of you create your own physical reality; and
en masse,
you
create both the glories and the terrors that exist within your earthly experience. Until
you realize that you are the creators, you will refuse to accept this responsibility. Nor
can you blame a devil for the world's misfortunes. You have grown sophisticated
enough to realize that the Devil is a projection of your own psyche, but you have not
grown wise enough to learn how to use your creativity constructively.
Most of my readers are familiar with the term, "muscle bound." As a species you
have grown "ego bound" instead, held in a spiritual rigidity, with the intuitive portions
of the self either denied or distorted beyond any recognition.
The hour is growing late. Both of my friends must get up early in the morning.
Ruburt is working on two books of his own and must get his sleep. Before I end this
session I ask you to imagine our setting, for Ruburt has told me that a writer must be
careful to set the scene.
I speak through Ruburt twice a week, on Mondays and Wednesdays, in this same
large room. The lights are always lit. This evening it is enjoyable for me to look out
through Ruburt's eyes at the wintry corner beyond.
Physical reality has always been refreshing to me, and through Ruburt's cooperation
and as I write this book, I see that I was correct in appreciating its unique charms.
There is one other character to be mentioned here: Willy, the cat, a beloved monster
who is now sleeping.
The nature of animal consciousness in itself is a highly interesting subject, and one
that we will later consider. The cat is aware of my presence, and has on several
occasions reacted rather noticeably to it. In this book I hope to show the constant
interactions that occur between all units of consciousness, the communication that
leaps beyond the barriers of species; and in some of these discussions, we will use Willy
as a case in point.
Since we have mentioned animals, let me say here that they do possess a kind of
consciousness that does not allow them as many freedoms as your own. Yet at the
same time, they are not hampered in its use by certain characteristics that often
impede the practical potential of human consciousness.
Consciousness is a way of perceiving the various dimensions of reality.
Consciousness as you know it is highly specialized. The physical senses allow you to
perceive the three-dimensional world, and yet by their very nature they can inhibit the
perception of other equally valid dimensions. Most of you identify with your daily
physically oriented self. You would not think of identifying with one portion of your
body and ignoring all other parts, and yet you are doing the same thing when you
imagine that the egotistical self carries the burden of your identity.
I am telling you that you are not a cosmic bag of bones and flesh, thrown together
through some mixture of chemicals and elements. I am telling you that your
consciousness is not some fiery product, formed merely accidentally through the
interworkings of chemical components. You are not a forsaken offshoot of physical
matter, nor is your consciousness meant to vanish like a puff of smoke. Instead, you
form the physical body that you know at a deeply unconscious level with great
discrimination, miraculous clarity, and intimate unconscious knowledge of each minute
cell that composes it. This is not meant symbolically.
Now because your conscious mind, as you think of it, is not aware of these activities,
you do not identify with this inner portion of yourselves. You prefer to identify with the
part of you who watches television or cooks or works - the part you think
knows
what it
is doing. But this seemingly unconscious portion of yourself is far more knowledgeable,
and upon its smooth functioning your entire physical existence depends.
This portion
is
conscious, aware, alert. It is you, so focused in physical reality, who
do not listen to its voice, who do not understand that it is the great psychological
strength from which your physically oriented self springs.
I call this seemingly unconscious the "inner ego," for it directs inner activities. It
correlates information that is perceived not through the physical senses, but through
other inner channels. It is the inner perceiver of reality that exists beyond the three-
dimensional. It carries within it the memory of each of your past existences. It looks
into subjective dimensions that are literally infinite, and from these subjective
dimensions all objective realities flow.
All necessary information is given to you through these inner channels, and
unbelievable inner activities take place before you can so much as lift a finger, flicker
an eyelid, or read this sentence upon the page. This portion of your identity is quite
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