“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

There has been the inner sense of a void to be filled, a fear of identity escaping and running outward—my cup runneth over, and there will be none of me left, you see. On the other hand it has always been natural for the personality to turn outward in an easy manner, and with exuberance, so that in past lives we find two lives strongly devoted to the nurture of others. But in these cases the personality was filled with an inner dread, and to some extent resented those he helped. If he were out helping others, then who will mind the store? He was afraid his stock would be gone.

The efforts on the part of seed life were unappreciated. There was a limp in the left foot that was there always in that existence. At birth the doctor did not grab you too gently, and held you by that heel. The doctor being hardly of the professional caliber, but your mother’s 12-year-old niece. Who was at hand did the work at hand.

On the one hand you are too well in control of it. It delights you but you are like a man with a beautiful wife. He shows her off (Jane leaned forward for emphasis, eyes open and very dark), but he does not really let her work or be herself. So you sit within yourself and say: this is my intellect: it is lovely. We shall watch it play: and you are proud of it. But you do not allow it its full penetrating freedom.

You have it too much under your thumb, on the one hand, if you will excuse my pun. You missed it. (Humorously. Seth, through Jane, had been watching Tam’s expression.) You are used to your intellect. You take it for granted and therefore do not push it as hard as someone who may be less certain of his intellectual abilities.