“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] On your part (RFB) initially as a very definite warning that you were not to put your full energies into a job. [...]

In withholding his periods he also felt he lessened the pressure upon you, for he gave up the biological badge of femininity, and was saying “You will never have to have a full-time job to support a child.” [...]

[...] This is not his job, and it will work against our results. His job is to remain as spontaneous as possible. [...]

[...] Every so often I do get glimpses, imperfect ones, that living is easy, that we are safe, each and every one of us, that we’re never annihilated, that mundane worries about money, insurance, jobs, and so forth are in deeper terms quite beside the point. [...]

[...] His mother’s death, the fact that you left your job, and his own growing understanding released him first in financial terms, because of an always latent knowledge and belief in the reality of abundance—his father did have abundance even while Ruburt believed in poverty as a child.

(John was in a rather upset and depressed mood, due to his job situation. His job was not in jeopardy, but John was restless and needed changes; at the same time he felt he was not the stereotype personality his company demanded for district managers, which position would be the next step up for John in the drug company for which he worked. [...]

[...] I d say he did an excellent job of it. [...]

[...] He had sired his children, loved as well as he could, done his job—but there was no contemplative life to look forward to, no greater love than the one with his wife—and that love while conventionally sound enough, did not content him.

[...] After a nap I turned Jane back on her back at 5:35, and massaged her left leg again, doing a much better job this time. [...]

You yourself did an excellent job interpreting your own dream, covering all of its main points and meanings. [...]

(For the record: “Uknown,” it seems, appears to be one of those jobs that won’t go too smoothly, even though now we’re reaching the end of its cycle. [...]

[...] If a decision comes up on a job, for example, then the superbeing will order Donald to take one course or another. [...]

[...] As your own complaints grew however, about your job, this place (house), publishers, and his behavior, he began to feel that he did not have your trust, and therefore the old doubts, slowly at first, began to emerge.

You (to me) felt that your physical situation in the years between was not that much better—and on top of it you had quit your job. [...]

[...] This occasion signals the first appearance of the Seth material in another language, and we’re happy to note that the translator, with whom Jane exchanged just a couple of letters, did an excellent, painstaking job. [...]

[...] (I told him more than once along the way that he’d better think twice—and more!— before taking on the job of publishing eight-to-ten books.) Jane died on September 5,1984, at the age of 55. [...]

Not to work at an ordinary job, or at a clearly defined occupation, has always had a tint of European decadence to Americans—and that is to some extent the result of the early Protestants’ attitude toward the wealthy, robed gentlemen of the late medieval, Roman Catholic Church. [...]

(11:51.) You have had in the past to some extent a disdain, because of your beliefs about yourself, for people perhaps met on the streets during business or working hours, or for people who did not have jobs, or who did not punch a time clock or whatever, and it is by those attitudes that you judge yourself (intently), and find yourself wanting in the eyes, say, of your brothers. [...]

I am not as you should know, suggesting an eight-hour job. [...]

[...] Again, I do not suggest that you rush out and get a fulltime job, or that you spend all your energies freelancing.

[...] When it is enriched (pause) by having in its possession several world views, then it does an excellent job of merging those into meaningful patterns, of sorting information and sending it to the proper places, so to speak.

Jane did such a fine job interpreting the dream (in my estimation!) that I didn’t bug her for more details. [...]

To make the copies I plan to install equipment here in the house, so that I can work at the job whenever I have a minute. [...]

[...] There was also something about my being fired from a job because I was notorious as a writer.

[...] Now I understood the reference to losing my “job” and the connection with the “notorious” writer. [...]

“What’s the job of the intellect, then?” Rob asked.

[...] In the dream I was drawing foot-high oval letters in black ink, but was worried about doing a good job because my hand was shaky. [...]

(To Theodore) We know of course this Bega—and he is trained to do a fairly decent job with you and you are a fairly good student. [...]