“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I think my symptoms are all the worse because of what I do in contrast. Eddie seeing me might think understandably: how can she offer any hope for mankind, etc., when she cant even walk across the room? Like ... I’m not getting this clear but the feeling was like you’re supposed to demonstrate truth through your life and my symptoms sort of were the opposite, or indicated the opposite; not only didn’t I heal others but not even myself. I forget just how those feelings went, but that approximates them, being ashamed of my condition as if for Christ’s sake, they blemished my art, or ashamed because they blemished my work. All this quite apart from the normal feelings about health. I mean that in my mind the symptoms were associated with my work as if they cast aspersions on it—quite apart from worrying about what they did to me. Following these came feelings of disapproval because I fussed happily around with switch plots when... what Eddie wanted were answers to those weighty problems, and I come up with switch plots, that any other writer could do... I didnt spontaneously come up with impressions for example about switch programing...

His fears prevent him from happily using the knowledge. [...]

(9:13.) A child may think “We will go to sleep now”—meaning quite happily that (pause) its own single consciousness also participates in the conscious life and activities of everything else in its environment, so it and the creatures of the night, say, sleep together, and waken together to greet the dawn. [...]

[...] I consider myself an exuberant psychological explorer, finding myself, at my own request, happily set adrift among universes, able to shout with a loud hearty voice from the hypothetical shore of one to another, news of what I have found and am still finding.”

(Someplace in here I dance quite happily, am filled with the joy of discovery, and am quite as happy as I have ever been in my life. [...]

Now: your friend Tam quite happily gives readings with Ruburt’s experience behind him, and he says “I simply say, I take no responsibility for what James says.” [...]

(Happily refreshed by a few days’ rest, I’m back working on my notes and appendixes for Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality. [...]

[...] There are those who can go from one spontaneous inspiration happily to another equally spontaneous one, and feel no desire to form any kind of art from it, or to order it along the ways of the world.

He believes now that he is in a pretty fair position, one he can happily accept creatively and financially. [...]

[...] Your desire to paint, per se, did not emerge full blown when you were a young man, and one probable self is happily engaged in commercial artwork. [...]

[...] While you happily worked and caroused quite innocently, you also began half unconsciously to further question the nature, not necessarily of society, but of the individual lives you met within it. [...]

[...] Why do you think they can help you live happily, or add to your vitality? [...]

[...] He has been painting lately, quite happily anticipating the next painting period, yet at the same time worried that he is not writing instead; or when he does write on Seven, he does so because he thinks he should. [...]

[...] That is, she is happily and knowingly hallucinating early girlhood experiences for the sheer joy of the freedom involved. [...]

(Jane said she had been working quite happily on the book dealing with the Seth material, and on one about dreams. [...]

For many years I ignored the fact that in grade school I’d very happily and freely covered my yellow tablets with drawings of “imaginary” people and places….

[...] On the other hand, if you allow yourselves freedom, if you give your inner selves freedom, then, indeed, you can leave your bodies happily, safely and easily. [...]

[...] At the same time you knew that once you did commercial work for money as a young man, quite happily. [...]

He could quite happily accept your early rising but he felt that you poked fun at him when he spoke of working at night or rising early—again not understanding how he could utilize extremes.

[...] I could go on happily, you might say blithely, for hours, but I shall not. [...]