Seth and the Miracle of Desire

Desire, Seth Material, Jane Roberts

Seth and the Miracle of Desire

Consciousness is, among other things, a spontaneous exercise in creativity. You are learning now, in a three-dimensional context, the ways in which your emotional and psychic existence can cre­ate varieties of physical form. You manipulate within the psychic environment, and these manipulations are then automatically im­pressed upon the physic mold.
Seth Speaks, Session 515

As Jane Roberts wrote, through the words of Oversoul Seven in Oversoul Seven and the Museum of Time, “Miracles are nature unimpeded.” Something was unimpeded when I experienced what most of the world would call a miracle. Perhaps it was I.

I was within days of finishing this book in December, 1996, yet my schedule afforded me little time to apply the focus necessary to wrap it up. The solution: go to the Oregon coast for days, and do nothing but write and walk. The day Stan and I arrived, my mind was filled with the ideas you’ve read so far in Wizards. They buzzed around my bonnet with an intensity I love. I’m happier than a pig in mud when my mind stretches with ideas, and writing this book has kept Seth’s incredible concepts right up front in my thinking.

So by the time my feet touched the ground at Cannon Beach that December day, I was high on the idea of easily creating my experiences by becoming a conscious co-creator with my inner self. The more I had studied what Seth says about a loving and supportive inner self, the purpose and meaning behind consciousness, and the implications of simultaneous time and probabilities, the more natural it seemed to be able to join in conscious partnership with the forces that be. Not that any of this was new to me, or that I hadn’t touched the feeling many times before, but for some reason it was heightened on this particular afternoon.

After we unpacked the car, I left Stan to fire up the wood stove while I walked on the beach. It was late afternoon, and only four or five people were strewn along the miles of sand. Storm clouds hung over the area, yet the horizon was clear of them. The vivid winter sun, a fireball of color, had partially sunk into the water, creating a peach-colored sky far out over the Pacific. The dark clouds up close, the orange tinted horizon and the sun on fire combined to create the kind of magnificent beauty that speaks to the soul of humans.

I walked. I thought. I felt so comfortable.

About ten minutes into my walk, I laughed out loud and told my inner self I’d really like to see a rainbow. Yes, a rainbow would be perfect for the scene and mood. Yes, I’d really like to see one, please.

Then, I took stock of my surroundings, and wondered briefly about the plausibility of a rainbow being created at dusk, with only a sliver of sun left on the horizon. Some dim memory of the physics behind a rainbow suggested my request might be difficult for the universe to fill. After all, did not a rainbow require light to interact with water droplets?

Well, that was not my problem, I decided. Mine was to ask for what I wanted, and expect it to occur. So I kept walking and asking, and occasionally swiveling my head to search for my rainbow. The last of the sun disappeared into the horizon. I kept walking and asking, and occasionally swiveling my head to search for my rainbow.

Then the miracle began.

I glanced at the horizon, and a rim of sun shone where none had been moments before. Interesting, I thought, as I kept walking and asking and swiveling. Then I glanced again to the west, and there was more than a sliver of sun on the horizon. I stopped walking and asking and stared at the far edge of the ocean. Over a period of perhaps a minute the sun rose to half its size. As I turned to look in the direction of our rented house, I saw it…my rainbow hung above a hill next to the house. I burst into tears.

I cried with the joy of it all, the pure, unmitigated joy of knowing my intimate connection with nature, with my inner self, with life. I cried for the ease of creation when nothing stands in the way, when harmony is reached between the conscious self and the inner self, when nature flows unimpeded. And then I watched as the sun dipped back below the horizon, and the rain started, and my rainbow disappeared. I have never felt so at ease in physical reality as I did on that wet walk back to Stan.

Seth: “You are biologically connected, chemically con­nected with the Earth that you know; but since it is also formed naturally and spontaneously from your own pro­jected psychic energy, since you and the seasons even have a psychic interaction, then the self must be under­stood in a far greater context.”


Excerpted from The Wizards of Consciousness: Making the Imponderable Practical, by Lynda Madden Dahl. Lynda is the award-winning author of six Seth/Jane Roberts-based books. She is co-founder of Seth Network International, the global meeting place for Seth readers; published a quarterly magazine, Reality Change: The Global Seth Journal, for seven years; has produced numerous Seth conferences and been a speaker at many others. You are invited to become her friend on Facebook and on Twitter, and follow her at Lynda’s Seth Talk Blog.

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