“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] With all of its evils and ignorances, that Caesar’s world allows a framework in which artists, writers, garbage men, physicians, wise men and fools can exist—and my dear friend, let me tell you: fools have a right to exist. [...]

(Present: Sue and Ned Watkins, Theodore Muldoon [banker], Sally Benson [librarian], Brad Lanton [artist], Rose Cafford [older, grandmotherly], Lydia Dobbs [candy store owner], Vera Muldoon, Florence McIntyre [school teacher], Rachel Clayton [secretary].)

I surely understand that you want to make the knowledge practical in the physical world, and to help people as much as you can, but that cannot be the only goal — for that goal must always be the high personal exploration of consciousness, the creative and artistic pursuit for which there may be no name. [...]

[...] You went to school, became a commercial artist, and did very well at it. [...]

[...] You spoke (today) of some artists painting formula paintings. [...]

[...] The house belonged to an artist and schoolteacher who had left town for good; Jane had met him at the gallery, I had not. [...]

[...] The results should be better since I am a better artist now.

[...] In lesser degree I used to get them when I rode the bus to work at Artistic Card Co. [...]

In our system, for example, Rob is an artist. [...]

[...] Ann and Marilyn work with me at Artistic Card Co.

[...] Foremen, printers, directors, artists, etc.

[...] It seems to contradict your artistic nature and there is no contradiction. [...]

[...] It was not an office I had ever been in, yet was next door to an office I used to visit occasionally when Jane and I lived in Tenafly, NJ, and I was free-lancing as an artist in NYC. [...]

[...] In your case, it enables you to focus your artistic ability along lines necessary to make it effective on your plane. [...]

[...] Both are artists. [...]

[...] Artists of any kind find such an approach the least friendly, for it directly contradicts the vast thrust of man’s creativity in several important areas. [...]

[...] Beyond saying that Jane was a writer and that I was an artist, we told no one of our interests in life. [...]

[...] You expect the artist, in whatever field, who is truly good, to be shunted aside. [...]

[...] We had been working long hours on our own, and I had been putting in overtime at Artistic, so I was quite tired. [...]

He also felt that if you were a success as an artist he could write what he damned pleased, hid that anger, and felt extremely disloyal.