The Deep Magic

When Something Can’t Not-Be

Why me?

When something magical or mystical happens to one of us — any of us, I suspect — there are those moments of doubt. Of all the people on the planet, why on earth was I chosen for this experience?

There are all those wise and learned and special ones, people with huge followings, advanced degrees in all kinds of relevant subjects, lashings of charisma and screen presence. And then there’s me.

That was (roughly) the question Jane Roberts, a young writer and poet, had been asking herself when, back in the 1960s, she and her husband Rob had been experimenting with their landlord’s Ouija board and unexpectedly found themselves receiving the most extraordinary channelled messages from a non-physical personality essence called Seth. I’d just been reading that section of one of her books and understanding her perspective completely.

Seth’s reply had been massively comforting. He explained that she fitted the role to perfection. He spoke of her worldview being so similar to his own that she was the perfect person to bring his message through. He pointed out that although there were many others who possessed the ability to receive messages from beyond the physical, many of them had thick layers of social conditioning to cut through. Jane, he insisted, was intellectually up to the job while being open enough to receive his material without filtering it through some mesh of religious indoctrination or scientism, for example.

I closed the book and smiled. What a wonderful relationship they’d had. How eloquently that information came through. Lucky Jane, to have such clear and unequivocal reassurances…

An Evening with Asher

It was 9 pm: our allotted hour. I put the Seth book aside, picked up my journal, a quartz crystal and my pen, took a few deep breaths and prepared to connect telepathically with Asher, who in physical terms was 150 miles away but in non-physical terms close by and ready to communicate. I could (as Jane Roberts often put it) feel him around.

I wrote the date at the top of the page, followed by the words:

~Hello. Where are we going tonight?

Nothing could have prepared me for what was to come through during the following hour or so.

The only slight inkling I’d had that anything special might happen was a definite sensation of a drop of cool water hitting my leg while I had been reading Seth’s words. It was strong enough to make me pause and look curiously at the leg, even checking with my finger to see if it felt wet. It didn’t, so I shrugged and carried on reading, only to have the same sensation repeat a moment later. (Spoiler alert: Turns out it wasn’t a drop of water, as I was soon to discover…)

I don’t often share an entire Asher conversation outside of the books we work on together. It was clear from a comment in what followed, though, that he intended this very personal message to be shared with a wider audience. So here, should you be interested, is a more-or-less complete transcription of our discussion:

Asher: I can’t explain our process to you the way Seth explains it to Jane and Rob, but that’s why you have his books. I am explaining it through him. That doesn’t mean I’m someone super-brilliant with hugely astounding powers. It’s a perfectly natural process. You know that old, ‘We’re all walking each other back home’ saying?

That’s it.

I am not just me in any singular sense. I am ‘the other’ who is walking you home. I may speak to you as Asher, using shared memories and phrases that take you back to the days when we used to talk face to face. I may speak to you through the lyrics of a song you hear in a café. I may speak to you through words you read in a book, hear on a podcast, see on Instagram. I may push an astral finger against your leg, send a tingle to your third eye or a movie into your mind.

There are people who will say, “How can you tell it’s Asher?” “Can you prove it?” They simply don’t understand. They aren’t ready to move beyond ego and individuation, so let them be.

We chose to work together as what Seth calls ‘entities’ and some call souls and I have called two carnation flowers*. Each of us selected a petal — an incarnation — that would fit the task perfectly. We dropped them into physicality almost 40 years apart in earthly time and life nudged us to and fro, into a position where we were almost bound to meet. Just think for a moment of all the events that needed to happen to move you into that classroom in that town where I was born!

Every single person reading this will have had similar and equally magical encounters. The Music of the Spheres is exquisitely composed.

While we still have work to do together I will continue to speak to you in all the ways I’ve mentioned and more. Our merged attention is not some happy accident. It was, and is, orchestrated perfectly through any and every method.

You’re being reminded of a story. Share it now.

Jes: Yes I am. When I was a child I went to Sunday School each week. There was one story that was my favourite. I think it was about the original Palm Sunday. People were cheering and lining the streets and giving Jesus this huge welcome. Then the grumpy lot (Pharisees?) came and told Jesus to shut the crowd up. His reply was that the momentum was so strong that silencing it was impossible. He said if you stopped the people shouting, the stones around them would take up the cry. Even as a small kid I could grasp that. I understood the idea of an impetus so strong that nothing, not even the laws of physics, could stop it. I think that’s the first time I understood the deep magic and how it can’t not-be.

Asher: Yes, and everyone tried to make you give up believing in it for so many years.

Jes: Not quite everyone… There were the poets and the story writers, the playwrights and the film directors that helped me remember and hold on to it. I might have kept it tucked well away, but it was there, ready and waiting, when you came into my life.

Asher: And I’m still here! Keep listening. You will hear all I need to tell you, all you need to share in your writing, until the message has been passed on. It doesn’t need to come in words, but it will reach you.

Jes: That’s beautiful and very reassuring, but I still have some confusion about the non-singular ‘you’. I’m aware that you can, and have, sent messages to me via a song on the radio, for example, but how such a thing is achieved is a complete mystery to me.

Asher: It has to do with patterns being projected forward. In a way, I cast a net around your environment, finding books, media, individuals that may cross your path. That’s not a perfect analogy but there is the idea of sensing the shape our intended pattern is forming; knowing which paths to follow to expand the message. That song or paragraph or individual is of value to our purpose; countless others are not. I direct or nudge you to notice the helpful ones.

Jes: But the ‘I’ you refer to is not singular?

Asher: No, it’s part of the pattern, part of the joint intention of our entities, part of the blueprint we designed. When I’m operating outside of time and space, I become an aspect of the Collective or Information Field.

Drowsy and happy, I thanked my friend for this gift.

As I lay my journal aside and prepared to sleep, I was left with an image he often sends when I temporarily forget, showing that each of us is as singular as an individual starling and yet connected — a vital and integral part of the murmuration. We can’t not be.

*The ‘two carnation flowers’ Asher refers to are explained in the final chapter of our book, A Mind Beyond Words or can be watched in this very short video: