“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I had four questions for Seth. 1. Why does Jane often feel blue when she wakes up from naps? 2. Why does she have trouble typing manuscripts—as with Seven currently? 3. A couple of days ago I wondered aloud if part of Jane’s difficulties might stem from her blocking out impressions that she may be picking up at random from those around her, as well as from the environment. The idea being that she may fear something like invasion, in exaggerated form and so has set up a rigid system of physical, symbolic protection. Such a need wouldn’t have developed, of course, until she became aware of her psychic abilities to begin with. 4. As we discussed those questions before the session, I wondered whether the poor results of her daily predictions concerning the mail might have a similar basis, whether she told herself or not that she wanted such impressions to work out.

There are periods of rest necessary, so for a while Ruburt did not write down his feelings. He was tired of dealing with them. Now they are coming to the forefront again, and Ruburt is tying them into your early springtime pendulum sessions, so that some new benefits now can come from that old work.

(10:30.) Give us a moment.... In a way both of you wanted your worlds to meet. You have cut down on your own psychic experience until you finish “Unknown,” because you did not want to take the time to record dreams, and you did not want psychic events—either of you—to spill over into your daily lives and intrude upon your “work.”

Again, a note: when Ruburt talks about his work, this is often a ruse, an excuse, to hold back from free, playful, intuitive or psychic experiences. You both like to use the word work to show others that you are not irresponsible, and that you work twice as hard as they do. This also means, however, that you inhibit natural, playful creativity and sometimes what I will call high art, because you are so obsessed with your images.

He feels guilty, for one thing, that you prepare supper, but if he has not worked as much as he thinks he should have by then, that guilt is added. He feels it is the end of the normal working day for others, and therefore he should have put in so much time.

Creative work must transcend time, and when he is writing well, time is forgotten. His poem last night took a good full 20 minutes (with amused irony). That cannot be compared in any way with the amount of work done by someone in a normal eight-hour day. Someone could work at a poem for eight hours, and have nothing. He wrote the poem because he felt like it—scandalous behavior—and also because he had expressed his feelings and written them down.