The Seth Audio Collection - Excerpt 16

Ruburt is a creature. You are creatures. Each in your own way, therefore, dwell in the same energy and the same knowledge. The point of the present is your point of power. If you assign power to the past, then it is lodged there because of your beliefs. In your terms, the present is a moment of your focus through which you affect both, in your terms, the present and the future. It is a moment of your creaturehood. If you think of the past as top-heavy with power, and of yourself as powerless in the moment, then because of your beliefs you become at the mercy of the past and therefore at the mercy of the present and the future. If you feel your consciousness ah've and alert in the moment, and realize that the present moment is your point of power, then you see yourselves as you are, as creators of your experience individually and creators of the world that you know.

For a moment, open or close your eyes, as you prefer, but sense yourselves in this moment at the height of your power of action, and from this point you influence and form your present, your past and your future. This is your moment of power as each moment in your terms is. This, the present moment, is your moment of action and power from which you influence all of your experience. Let that knowledge then guide you who are nameless, who do not need names, who dwell now in a three-dimensional reality, nameless as always, though you give yourselves names.

You are not the names, you do not need ihe names any more than I need the name. Feel that moment of present reality, dien, as your point of action from which you influence each moment, in your terms of your reality, and you will not feel dwarfed by the past or at the mercy of a future you do not understand. Now in your terms, I am ancient Yet, in your lerms, you are also ancient. If you were truly alive and truly perceptive, and you walked out of this house and, with all of your abilities, all of your abilities working, you picked up one brown dried leaf from last year that littered the grass, and picked it up and understood and felt its reality, and heard what it said, then you would hear my voice, for my voice is a leafs voice.