“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I told Jane that I woke up at about 4:00 a.m., worrying about all the things I had to get done this week. I was ready to start on another session for Chapter 7 of Dreams, but realized I’d have to let that go. I had to go to the bank to get checks and money orders to pay taxes and bills, hook up the garden hose, and learn how to work the new sprinkler I’d bought to spray the flowers out back. Then Wednesday morning I’m scheduled to see our lawyer regarding taxes, Jane’s social security, and so on. Later this month I should apply for my own social security benefits. There will doubtless be other things to do.

(One thing I’ve learned above all else: I’ll never again create a situation like this, where years pass before a book is delivered to the publisher. Something has to give, somewhere. I would like to get back to painting at least a little each day. This may be necessary — even vital — to my own well-being, although I must be careful about giving myself negative suggestions over it.

In all cases, however, the need for value fulfillment, expression, and creativity are so important to life that when these are threatened, life itself is at least momentarily weakened. Innately, each person does realize that there is life after death, and in some instances such people realize that it is indeed time to move to another level of reality, to die and set out again with another brand-new world.

Often, seriously ill people quite clearly recognize such feelings, but they have been taught not to speak of them. The desire to die is considered cowardly, even evil, by some religions — and yet behind that desire lies all of the vitality of the will to life, which may already be seeking for new avenues of expression and meaning.