“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Long pause.) You kept your own studio apart, say, from the house’s living areas. The whole nature of your independent and joint creativity involved a retreat from the world that you both enjoyed, followed by, in the case of books, an expression in the world—in which, however, the books appeared in your stead: a way of life that involved usual publicity—lectures and so forth—seemed to threaten that kind of existence to Ruburt, in which he feared expression itself would be diverted, simplified, so that the message that finally did get through would not be the same message at all as the original one. Yet still, because of misunderstandings and old beliefs, he still felt a responsibility to act otherwise, a social pressure to do so. (All intently.)

(“I’d sacrifice every cent we’ve got if it would get us that,” I said, “because then we’d both be free. I’d sacrifice this house and live in a cheap apartment on Water Street again, if it would help, and we just had royalty money to live on.” The other day I’d told her we had enough money to live for at least five years—and more—without earning anything, and I said it again now. “The funny thing is, if we were that free yet committed, we wouldn’t have to worry about money because we’d automatically do the right things that would get us more whenever we needed it, just by doing the things we love to do....”