“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Good evening.

(“Good evening. Seth.”)

Some of this involves the learning process. At the general world level there are many teachers, and the ways are known. There are periods of balance, where for example—and I am using analogies, understand me—you may find a product, a person at a certain balance point, pleased with all aspects of life, in good health, well-off financially, and meeting goals. Everything is even, and within that framework all is well.

The person as yet may have no idea that in contrast to what experience is available, his world, life, is highly limited, or flawed, for the person does not know good furniture from poor.

You want other people to think you are working as hard as they are, or harder. You do not want them to think that your money came easily, which in a way it did. At the same time you say how good it would be to just take a job and come home when it was finished—a self-deception. You know better.

Give unto Caesar the things that are Caesar’s. That means the taxes. 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. It does you little harm to help uphold their world, and in your terms, time and life without their world would not exist, for there are webworks that unite fools, prophets, wise men and kings. If you understand what I have said, you should honestly be freed of the entire tax hassle.

Ruburt began to allow only psychic experiences that could be translated also—not primarily, you see—but also into financial productivity. You also wanted to wed your abilities in the same manner. You felt you could not afford free creative work. Ruburt felt that creative work could pay. Because of your ideas about time and creative work you felt that painting could not pay. Ruburt tricked you quite cleverly into doing the sketches for Dialogues—for your own good, he felt, and you did not enjoy the experience, allowing your beliefs to contaminate your creativity. You do not feel the world deserves creative work. Yet you have a nature that demands that you produce it.

I wish you a fond good evening, then—and your pussy cat is good for you.

(“I know it. Thank you, Seth. Good night.”