Your plane is a training place in the use of manipulation of energy. - Jane Roberts

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Your plane is a training place in the use of manipulation of energy.

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About Jane Roberts

Dorothy Jane Roberts (May 8, 1929 – September 5, 1984) was an American author who was known primarily as a psychic and trance medium or spirit medium who channeled a personality named Seth. Seth is best known for her introduction into mass culture the phrase, "You create your own reality."

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Alternative Names: Dorothy Jane Roberts Dorothy Jane Roberts Butts

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The fact is that your plane originated because enough entities needed certain types of experience to warrant such a creation, and they set about forming it through the process of evolution.

Its (reincarnation) reality, however, serves to generate activity throughout time’s framework as you understand it, to unite the species, to reinforce structures of knowledge, to transmit information, and perhaps most of all to reinforce relationships involving love, brotherhood, and cooperation between generations of men and women that would otherwise be quite separate and apart from each other. Through such relationships, for example, say, the cavemen and people of the 22nd century rub elbows, where in strict terms of time the species would seem to be quite disconnected form its earlier or later counterparts.

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