“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“I don’t know. I’m so disgusted I don’t give a shit,” I said. My stomach had begun bothering me quite a bit a few days ago. I’d felt much better since last June, and thought I’d learned enough since then so that I didn’t need to bother the stomach any more—but evidently I hadn’t after all.

The coming taxes are involved—but only because they serve as a springboard—as your family visit did—the springboard that rearouses feelings of disapproval.

You do not approve of yourself because you think you should be making money “on your own.” You do not approve of yourself because you think you should be a better artist, or a better writer—but in any case, you do not let yourself appreciate the self that you are.

Now: You would be better off saying to yourself: “Everyone has their foibles. Every time the taxes come up I feel poorly, but no one is perfect. To hell with it.” That attitude would be better than disapproving of yourself because of the difficulty. Do you follow me?

Now: I had many dealings with taxes. I paid the piper, as the saying goes. On some occasions I wheeled and dealed, as you say. I was cynical on occasion (pause), but I had the good sense to know when I was well off—and I did not make my poor belly pay in its corporal innocence. So free your body from distortions of disapproval.

(10:27 PM. “There was more there,” Jane said, “but he felt he’d better quit because you were so uncomfortable. Also—he wasn’t justifying that he wheeled and dealed at that time....”)