“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“Yes,” I said, for I’d felt my stomach act up pretty strongly several times while Seth had been speaking. This had made me change my position while writing in order to compensate—futilely, I might note.

(“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.

(“Well, taxes come up this week,” Jane told me, “and every time they do your stomach starts up. You’re sure the pendulum said there wasn’t any connection?”

(“Who knows? It told me once that this time taxes weren’t involved. I didn’t keep asking it. The best answer I got was when I laid Through My Eyes aside to work on Mass Events I felt bad about doing that. Not that I resented working on Mass Events. I wanted to do both at the same time, and figured I couldn’t manage that. So I felt guilty—I thought—about not concentrating on Seth’s book. Painting wasn’t involved either....”

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?