A Most Unusual Computer

A few years back I was living in the Hill Country of E. Central Texas. I'd been on the road for a number of years, just following God - so I had with me just what would fit in my car. My journals and family photos and other things were stored in a friend's garage in Salem, Oregon.

One day my inner guidance told me that I could finally get the computer I'd always wanted. Hmm. Up 'til that time, I didn't know I'd wanted a computer. I was also told I'd be visiting Portland on such-and-such a date. I thought, well, that's a good idea - but there's no money for that. Yet.

Soon I received a call from my friend in Salem that her garage had burned down, and they were going to include me in their insurance settlement - and part of that would be money to fly me out there to inspect the damaged items to see what could be salvaged. The dates of the trip were the dates my guidance had given me. So - I went to Portland.

When the insurance money came through, I knew it would go to buy a computer. I contacted Sid and Marilyn Frances who lived in the Rose City area of Portland. I had lived with them before in intentional co-housing community; I had stayed in a little trailer in their back garden. They had a mom-pop printing operation, and had several computers. I asked them to have their computer guy build a p.c. for me, and we made plans for me to come back out to Portland so they could teach me how to use it.

When I arrived, Sid was finishing installing the programs he and Marilyn had chosen for me. Then it was time to go pick out a printer and scanner. Sid and I set out for Best Buy. I knew enough about talking with machines by then that I realized I should telepath to the boxed printers and scanners and ask for volunteers to join my computer setup. I bought a printer and scanner, and we took them home.

Sid worked and worked to try to get the scanner to connect. The printer was fine, but the scanner would not work. Finally Sid asked me to get out my dowsing rods and tune in with the scanner to see what was the matter spiritually. The scanner said to me, "This is a very high-vibrational operation you've got here."

I said, "Yes - we'll be doing channeling and healings - all kinds of Lightwork."

The scanner said, "Well, I was made to do porn."

"My goodness!" I replied. "Would you like me to do some healing work on you? A soul retrieval?"

"No!" said the scanner. "I want to do porn."

I told Sid what was up. We had a good laugh. Sid and Marilyn and I used to have the world's best laughs. This was a great one. The next morning we returned the scanner to Best Buy, though I never told them the whole truth about why we were returning it. Then I went back to the boxed machines and tuned-in with them. I had learned my lesson! This time I telepathed, "This is a very high-vibrational operation. No porn, no fear - only unconditional love and healing. Who would like to join us?" One machine volunteered. I bought it, we took it home, and it hooked up without a problem.

So - ever after that, something amazing happened with that computer setup. We would be standing in the room where it sat. We'd be talking about this or that. Suddenly, on its own, the scanner would start scanning. What it was scanning was apparently nothing - but there was something going on energetically, for sure. The scan completed, then the printer, on its own, would start to print. It would carefully print out a whole page, but when the page emerged, all that was visible was a fine spray of ink - no words or images visible to ordinary eyesight. If, however, I viewed the page energetically, scanning it with my inner vision as I passed the healing energy of my hand over it, I could pick up a message from the universe.

Once, as the printer was about to print in this magical way, I took the paper out of the holder. The printer kept revving and revving, refusing to complete its energy process unless there was actual paper for it to print on. So then I put a piece of paper which was already printed into the holder, and again the printer refused. It must, apparently, have a blank page. It did accept the blank side of the printed page.

One time I heard from the one I call God, that I was to give Sid his Bar Mitzvah. Now, Sid was in his seventies. He had never Bar Mitzvah'd, and he had been born Jewish, but was not religious. So I asked him if he even wanted a Bar Mitzvah. Sid - anything for a good laugh - Sid consented, figuring that the universe had a great punchline in there somewhere. I said to God, "You know, I'm not Jewish in this lifetime, and I'm not a man. How do you expect me to give Sid a Bar Mitzvah?" God told me not to worry - just to put together what I could of a Shabbos dinner, and then I'd be channeling the Bar Mitzvah blessing direct from God to Sid.

We had the dinner, and it all happened as God said it would. OK. That was that.

Next morning Sid and I were standing near my computer talking about this and that, when the scanner started to scan and the printer started to print. We knew something was up. I went over as the paper emerged from the printer, and scanned it with my hand, and it read "MAZELTOV!"

Oh, that God. Anything for a laugh. By the way, for anyone interested in the concept of the "Big Bang," it's worthwhile to consider that the universe prefers it to be called "The Big Guffaw."

Seth - Still Speaking - 2007

As a universal channel, I've had the great pleasure of channeling a number of angelic beings, deities, and teachers of new thought. I am extremely fond of one in particular, someone familiar to many lightworkers - the entity Seth, inner author of SETH SPEAKS and other works channeled by Jane Roberts.

Seth first entered my field when I was at a get-acquainted party in San Marcos, Texas a number of years ago. Someone, on hearing that I was a channel, asked if I'd ever channeled Seth. "No," I said. The next moment, on feeling a very large energy merging with me, I said, "Who's this? It sure is big."
The folks around me laughed delightedly, and one of them said, "Jane Roberts always did say Seth was big."

Seth worked with me over time to get me to relax and not worry so much about giving over control of a number of my faculties to him. He is a very kind and gracious being, and never took me over without permission, always working through me only to the level of trance which was comfortable for me. There was one memorable day when he merged with me as I was sitting in a rocking chair, and gently played with me, taking me into another trance level, by suggesting I rock and rock, and pay attention to the space between the swings of the chair. Gradually Seth assisted me in deepening my surrender.


After a while I was out of Texas and back to my little co-housing community in Portland, Oregon - Mir Cabaaning. I'd been busy with readjusting to our little group and learning to work with my computer, and had not heard from Seth - nor did I mention him. One day Sid and Marilyn and I had our usual shared lunch break combined with watching reruns of Northern Exposure. After a while I woke up. We never fell asleep at that time - we shared food and jokes and enjoyment of the show----but this time we had all three dozed off in our chairs. I saw that the TV screen was sporting an odd zigzag pattern, and I had the sense that "someone" was with us. At that point Sid and Marilyn came back to awareness and noticed the screen, too. I tuned-in to see who it was, and it was Seth. He politely asked if I would channel him there in Portland, for our little community, on a regular basis.
Sid and Marilyn were delighted. They were tremendously enthusiastic. Both of them had lived in L.A. before, and had heard Jane Roberts channel Seth on the radio in the early days. They had read Seth's books, and loved the personality.


It was in Portland that I began to channel Seth from a much deeper trance, though not one that would allow full movement takeover of my body. The routine went like this: first the group of participants would gather and settle into a circle in the living room. Then I would feel Seth coming into me, and I would honor his presence with a little sip of brandy, which he loves. Then I would become unable to move legs or arms or head at will. My eyes would close and remain closed. Seth would move my neck and head, and occasionally bow my body forward in my chair. I could hear the words he would speak through me before they came from my lips - but I could not "talk back" to Seth or ask him questions - I was too far out of body to be able to do that. On occasion, what he was about to say would just not connect with anything in my mind. If I had been a completely unconscious trance channel, that wouldn't have presented a problem. But since I retained enough consciousness to "overhear" the messages, I had the ability to not speak Seth's words. Very rarely, this would happen. Then Seth would speak through me, saying, "Carolion is unfamiliar with the basis of this concept and would like connecting information," or something like that. Then he would proceed to give the whole group that information.


My experience of Seth is one of trustworthiness, as well as a wonderfully subtle sense of humor - I have often been the butt of his little jokes. Seth loves cats. He had a profound effect on Sid and Marilyn's cat Marble, the orange-and-white philosopher-cat, whom he used to give mind-expanding teachings about spiritual connections between cats, grapes, spiritual initiation, and the cosmos.

It is my great pleasure to quiet my mind, relax my body, and allow Seth to enter this place.

SETH: My greetings to one and all! I come very specifically to give cheer, with an emphasis on the "heer" of that word - indeed, the hearing of it. Let your ears perk up and rejoice, and then add your voice to the general melee of congratulations. What, you may well inquire, are the congratulations for? Indeed - they are for the planet. The planet you so love, this Earth, has given birth to a new species of human. I will speak more to this point, and more on this topic, at a later date. At present, I simply come to give you my heartiest good wishes, and the finest sorts of encouraging enticements I can provide, for those who are ready to enter the new zone of understanding available here.

For those who know me already, expect regular baths of light in the form of new thought. For those just getting acquainted, my sympathies! You may be exposed to my cosmic humor at any time, so prepare yourselves.

As Carolion well knows, in terms of utmost scientific accuracy, I prefer the the terminology "Great Guffaw!" to "Big Bang." The first implies, of course, the creative impulse. The second implies an unfortunate combination of male sexual and military fantasy. In parting, allow me, then, to suggest that we all contemplate the possibilities inherent in the "Great Guffaw" theory, and allow it to influence the interval we spend apart.

My best and most sincere good wishes for all, and a hearty dose of holiday cheer!

Seth