“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

A few weeks ago we heard that a former neighbor had just died. Joanie had lived in our apartment house for a year or so, once right across the hall from us. She was thin, red-haired, with a wild temper. I think she was one of the wittiest people I’ve known, and she was a great mimic. But she often used her wit like a sword. It was cruel humor, even when she turned it against herself, as she often did.

“In cases where the symptom itself is interior, as in ulcers, this is a sign that the personality is not yet willing to face the problem, and the symptom itself is shielded from physical sight—quite rightly, symbolically speaking. The relative observability of a symptom is, therefore, a clue to the personality’s attitude toward its problem.

At the same moment I realized that my job was to explain the facts to her. I caught up with her, gently led her back into the house, and said, “Miss C, you don’t have to worry anymore about dying. It’s already happened. Your mind can be perfectly clear now. It’s all right.” She seemed to understand, and as I finished speaking with her, another person came to take my place.

“The idea that you must find a man that will love you is a cover to hide this deeper refusal to accept life on life’s terms. … You are saying, ‘Unless existence meets my terms, I will not exist,’ and no one has the right to so set themselves against their own innate vitality.