“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

You stop, each of you, and think “Actually, how safe is this universe in which we dwell?” The money, or the need of it, in your particular situation, becomes merely a symbol for an inner sense that the universe is not safe, and so money becomes a needed security. If Ruburt becomes so spontaneous, then you must be able to make money from your painting, for he might not spend sufficient time at his work.

If you thoroughly understood that you dwelled in a safe universe, you would need no such concepts. Both you and Ruburt have had a hangup, so to speak. You have believed that so much time “spent” had to produce “so much” creative work, or creative product. (Loudly:)You even more than Ruburt—and that is saying something—have connected creativity and time in a way that is detrimental. That idea has impeded your creativity. Ruburt has struggled with that, but so have you. Your painting time, I tell you—listen to me—had basically nothing to do with clock time. It takes a certain amount of “time” physically to work with a brush. Beyond that, the inspiration of your soul can speak in three minutes, and give you the inspirations of a lifetime (loudly)—but not while you insist that creative time and physical time coincide. This has to do with Ruburt’s symptoms, for he felt that he must be at his desk so many hours, whatever the number, and you became so obsessed with the amount of physical hours that you had to devote to painting that you began to divide up your psyche in terms of time.

Each of you built up your own set of defenses, because you did not believe that the universe was safe for creativity. Ruburt fixed it so that he could only sit at his desk—and for all your protests, my dear friend, you acquiesced. He finally became so physically upset that he is ready to dismiss the symptoms. But he also needed your help, because while the main method was his, your intents were in unison and the same—to protect yourselves and your creativity from an unsafe universe. The unsafe quality showed two faces. One: you had to cut out distractions. And two: one of you had to make money with your art or you would not survive. Between the two of you, you made your decisions.

Now, when you make a new contract, so to speak, together, and Ruburt began to show physical improvements—aided strongly, my dear friend, by your loving encouragement—he found suddenly that the joint pendulum sessions ceased momentarily. You found yourself encountering distress. Your society and its beliefs and your joint acceptance, still, of some of those beliefs, is responsible.

Ruburt proudly shows this book to your neighbors, not because it is an excellent joint creative venture of merit, primarily, but because he can point to a sketch that you have made that makes money and appears in a book. The male is making dough. Passé ideas, that do not belong with the level of awareness that you are achieving.

There is nothing wrong with the kidneys, but with the suppression of impulse. He has conditioned himself not to feel the impulse, so that when he is aware of it, in your terms, it is too late. This frightens him because consciously he has not been aware. When he is, then of course the slow motions add to the problem. He put off bodily functions as long as he could, for what he thought of as mental creativity—and all of this is highly related to the ideas of time as I explained them.