14 February 2008
Seth Events: Information Clusters, Telepathy and Precognition
I
have a special love of the Seth material. A lot of wonderful things have
happened to me because of Jane Roberts’ work. But let me go back first.
Change happens in unlikely ways. After I had a personal meltdown and stopped
working as a lawyer, I asked myself a lot of questions. I have a healthy regard
for life and I wanted to know what it was all about, why I was here, and how to
put myself on track. At the time, my husband had gone back to school at CSUMB
(he already had a degree in biology, but was looking to learn some things he’d
missed the first time around). We were living in student housing on the old
Fort Ord military base. The student housing consisted of little concrete echo
chambers built on sand. I’m not complaining; they had washer/dryers in each
unit and a thermostat, and in comparison to where we’d been livng previously,
this was the high life as far as amenities are concerned.
So I was home schooling and enjoying the magic of doing laundry whenever I
wanted and asking a lot of questions about life. Then, one day, when my inlaws
were visiting, my mother-in-law bought my husband a tiny book by Ernest Holmes
called, “Creative Mind & Success.” I read the book, and it was like a spark
that ignited a wildfire. Something about what Holmes was saying rang a long
dormant feeling within me. In no time, I went from being intrigued to obsessed.
My curiosity burned. I checked out Holmes’ book, “The Science of Mind,” from
the library, and read it cover to cover. Then I bought my own copy and read it
seven times through, marking it up and writing questions in the margins. At
length, I had to throw it out, because I’d thumbed through it so many times
that the binding came apart. Eventually, I bought another copy and began the
process of wearing that one out.
Holmes’ thesis was pretty basic: mind is matter. But regardless of the number
of times I read the book, I still didn’t know what “mind” was. It seems like a
simple question. What is mind? But I didn’t get it. No matter how many words I
read: intelligence, energy, awareness, god, etc. I still didn’t understand what
mind was.
Then we moved to Pacific Grove, and I went through what I call “my library
phase,” searching for the answer to the question: What is mind? I first read
through the religious section of the library. I checked out every religious
book I could get my hands on--the Bible, the Koran, the Dead Sea Scrolls, the
Gnostic Gospels, the I-Ching, Christian Science books, Scientology books, books
on the Kabbalah, books on Buddhism, books on mystics, and on and on. During
this time period, which lasted about three years, it was not uncommon for me to
read two books a day. I was easily reading ten hours a day, seven days a week.
After the religious books, I did self-help, then philosophy, then psychology,
then spiritualism, the psychic phenomena and then physics. But the day that
will always stand out in my mind was the day I was perusing the shelves and
this old, mustard yellow hard-bound book caught my attention. It visually
popped off the shelf. The binding said, “Seth Speaks.”
I have a pretty keen legal mind. I can tell you in two seconds flat the
underlying agenda in any piece of writing. As I was going through my reading
phase, I looked for the substance beneath the rheoric. I was like a miner who
sifts through mountains of rubble to find a gold nugget. I had to read a lot of
garbage to find the precious bits. Until “Seth Speaks.” Reading that book was
heaven. It was like finding a book filled with nothing but gold.
”Seth Speaks” was distorted, but the distortions were so slight as to be almost
imperceptible. I couldn’t compare it to anything else I’d ever read because it
was not on the same playing field. Not even what we consider to be the most brilliant
minds in history could compare to the quality of this material. For a person
such as myself, it was pure, unadultered joy.
Information Clusters
I went through all of the Seth books pretty quickly, and re-read them a number
of times. Unlike my previous explorations, however, this was not passive
learning. Very quickly, it instigated experiences with what I call information
clusters. I started to get what could be thought of as prepackaged concepts.
I’d be thinking about an idea, and then I’d get a concept related to that idea,
but it would come all at once.
Normally, you get an idea, and new related ideas come to you that add to the
original idea. With an information cluster, the process happens in the reverse.
With an information cluster, all the information is already all there. You can
almost feel an information cluster. There’s a density, as if the concept itself
holds mass, and you can explore that mass by pulling it apart like you do when
you pull the string on a ball of yarn.
I’m well equipped to deal with information clusters now. However, at the time I
first started receiving them, I was appalled by some of the information. It
completely upset my concept of reality and how it’s put together. Some of the
information clusters were easier to take than others, the ones that were kind
of vague. You know when you think you’re going to sneeze, but you can’t? Well,
some of these information clusters were like that. I couldn’t quite get them
all the way. These were safer for me because my understanding wasn’t completely
engaged. I remember having one about the nature of time and the expression of
an object in time. The idea was that the object already exists, and that, in a
way, moments have to catch up to the object. That was vague. That I could
handle.
What I couldn’t handle was what I call “the CD incident.” It sounds innocuous.
My husband had been helping muscisians record their music at CSUMB. One day, he
was in a chipper mood and decided to go to the post office and check our PO
box. He came back with a CD that one of the musicians had sent him. My husband
was credited with the sound production work. While he was telling me this, I
had an information cluster. All at once, I knew that the reason he’d received
the CD was because he’d been in a chipper mood when he’d gone to the post
office. I knew that if he’d been in a cranky mood, the CD would not have been
there because it would not have been sent. Whether he received
the CD or not had nothing to do with the action or lack of action of another
person, but rather by the state of mind of my husband at that particular
moment. Because the event itself already existed in both forms: the form where
the musician sent it, and the form where the musician did not send it.
That is, what I knew instantly was that events come pre-packaged with their own
past and future. We trigger events by our attitudes, moods, expectations,
beliefs and ideas. This all should have been intriguing, but I found it quite
threatening because this information wasn’t like a whispy notion. It felt like
fact and, at the time, I held very strong ideas about personal responsibility.
With this new concept I was overwhelmed by the idea that I was personally
responsible for everything that happened around me, and quite frankly it
freaked me out. I couldn’t imagine being in a chipper mood all the time, and
yet what I’d just tapped into suggested that it was my responsibility to be
just that. That is, my ideas concerning personal responsibility (i.e. being a
good person) obligated me, in my estimation, to be in a good mood all that
time, and yet I knew that to be an impossibility. I couldn’t imagine living
with the guilt of knowing that by not being in a chipper mood, I was effecting
events around me in a way that I considered negative. As lame as this sounds,
the whole idea was too much for me, and instead of acknowledging it and
exploring it, I just shut it all down. I put up a big mental barrier, and I
didn’t have any more information clusters for years.
Telepathy
But that wasn’t the end of it. Weird things started happening after I began to
really get into the Seth material, chief amongst them was an increased
awareness of telepathy. It started when I would be reading about a certain
theme in the Seth material, and my husband would come home and tell me what
he’d been thinking about that day, and it would be the same theme in a different
guise. What was so extraordinary was that these themes were not things we’d
ever talked about. They were things that I was just now reading. To my husband,
they were new ideas that came to him during the day.
The first couple of times this happened, I tried to write it off with a,
“That’s funny. What a weird coincidence.” But then it was clear, after a while,
that it was a pattern, and it kept happening with more frequency. It wasn’t
limited to concepts. I’d think of a type of food during the day, and my husband
would come home with it. I’d think of a line from a movie, and my husband would
play that particular movie later that night. This type of thing began to happen
with my son too. Over time, it got to the point that I’d know things at a distance.
Sometimes quite annoyingly, I would know if my husband was having a good day or
a bad day or what my business partners were thinking about the business we
owned. One night, my son went to an all-night outing. The all-night event
started with a movie in San Jose and ended in a building located a few blocks
away. I sensed that my son was nearby around 2:00 a.m., yet I had been told
that they were supposed to get back at 4:00 a.m. I wondered why I was feeling
like he was back already. The timing was later confirmed; they’d arrived back
in town at 2:00 a.m. Things like this became more and more frequent.
These seemingly trivial events began to add up until the fact that we are
mentally connected became fact to us. These days, it’s common for my son or my
husband to say out loud exactly what I’m thinking or visa versa. It has gotten
to the point that jokes pass between us without words and sometimes without
even looking at one another. This is a whole new level of living. And I’m
excited to see how it developes further.
Precognition
This has not been the extent of the impact of the Seth material. One of the
areas that really opened up for me in a big way through the Seth material was
the dream world. My dreams used to scare the pants off me. I didn’t remember
them much, and when I did, I tried to forget them. I knew nothing about
symbolic interpretation of dream imagery. A few literature classes with some
tedious professors had me avoiding the word “symbolic” for most of my adult
life. But then I read in the Seth material about becoming a “dream art
scientist” and about the art of “inner physics,” and I was hooked. I knew I had
to explore these things in a big way.
First, I taught myself to remember my dreams. If I woke up in the middle of the
night (as I do quite frequently), I’d memorize the pieces of my dreams that
were most clear by repeating them over and over and over again. I got good at
it, and it became habit. It’s normal for me to remember, on average, three to
eight dreams a night. Eventually, I learned to tell the difference between my
own dream imagery and interactions with different individuals and/or states.
Dreams lost their scariness, and I saw them for what they were: extremely
useful tools, and an enjoyable way to spend some time (or non-time, however you
want to look at it).
I think one of the things that continues to fascinate me most about the dream
state is when I have precognitive dreams. I usually get them about financial
issues for some reason. The one that was most startling to me was when I had a
dream that I was talking to my mom about some loans that my stepfather would be
dealing with (he was a loan officer). A few days later, I found myself on the
phone saying, word for word, what I’d said in the dream, telling her in detail
about the loans, and she spoke back to me the same words I heard her say in the
dream. Not surprisingly, their experience with the loans in waking life matched
the dream I’d had.
I have turned mental summersaults trying to figure out how this is possible.
How could I know something before it happened? It’s not enough to hear or read
the words, “all time is simultaneous.” What does that mean? How does it work?
How can I use it? Because there seems to be quite a bit of validity to that
statement that all time is simultaneous. My experience is such that I know for
a fact that you can know something “before” it happens. So this leaves me
asking, what is an event, and how is it triggered? I find after all this time
that I still haven’t answered my original inquiry: What is mind? And I really
don’t think I’m close to the answer yet.
But I think I’m learning that it’s not so much the shinning prize before me
that I’m after. I think I’m addicted to the pursuit. I enjoy the questions.
What’s out there? Or in there? I don’t know much yet, and the more I learn, the
more I seem to not know. What other experience lay before me? So far, it has
been a road full of things I never imagined possible. How many more unimaginable
things must be in store? You never know what’s going to be the catalyst for
those new experiences. It could be something as simple as printed words on a
page.
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About Samantha
Samantha Standish is a writer and a former intellectual property and corporate law lawyer. She received her B.A. in history with honors, and her B.A. in Spanish with honors, in 1989 from the University of California, Santa Barbara and went on to get her law degree Cum Laude from the University of Maine School of Law. In her legal career, Samantha worked in government and the private sector, most notably in the financial planning and software industry. In her personal life, she’s been married for twenty years and has a fifteen year-old home schooled son. Samantha resigned from the bar in 2005 and has devoted herself to bridge writing (making complex ideas about space/time easy to understand for the average reader) ever since, focusing mostly on self-help articles for artists and writing bridge books on the side. In her words, “The first forty years of my life were fact finding; the next forty years are about applying, expanding and exploring what I’ve learned.” Her books can be found at samanthastandish.com. Samantha’s NWV blog is titled The Magical Life.