“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Then to read a session he gave about... asking yourself how many actual people I’ve met who scorned me... or hated me or tried to physically attack me... and to remind myself and the subconscious about responding to actual experience...remind it also that its experiences with scorn or whatever, as written down—were not all of its experience by a long shot. There were people like Blanche Price or even Father Trainor. It’s important that I find and read those sessions.

(I am right—meaning in accord with my own nature—when I “forget” each book as it is done... Basically the creative play exploration, writing, is the main core of my creativity—and I do that for the love of doing it. I am“lucky” that the books sell, and that does mean that the world does accept “my work” to a certain important degree. But basically creativity is not a career in usual terms. It cannot be treated like a lawyer’s career or a scientist’s or whatever. When I started doing this, I aroused the protective elements—the conservative elements—of my personality... which immediately wanted approval for my books—not that I shouldn’t want approval per se but that I began to demand that my art provide all my needs; to financially support me, to give me honor among my fellows, a sense of belonging, etc. Now this can be expected to some degree for a noncreative career; but it can damage creative activity; the need for creativity naturally is... the creation of something new that disrupts the conservative principles; and that freedom is paramount. If you confuse the issues you try to temper your creativity (to gain approval, etc.) which can dilute the work; or you set up protective measures to protect yourself against the worlds disapproval or scorn.

He anticipates scorn if he did so. [...] Scorn would be the least of them. He would meet honor, belief, respect, disbelief, anger, love—and some scorn. [...]

Those implications are the kind of things that trigger in Ruburt worries about meeting scorn or criticism, worries that then set up their own chains of reactions. [...]

[...] There is no need for Ruburt to anticipate scorn. [...]

[...] Why does the body not protest if men have nearly starved, or become the scorn of their fellows, or whatever? [...]

[...] His being demanded expression through the use of its abilities, and despite his need to be accepted by others he began to exaggerate the threat of their disapproval into scorn. [...]

[...] Ruburt was afraid his need for the world’s acceptance might lead him out into it again, where he would necessarily meet scorn, for he thought in absolutes.

[...] We voiced the idea that three key words seemed to symbolize her physical hassles—fears of scorn, criticism, and flamboyance. [...]

[...] To stand in fear of the criticism or scorn of others is now, we see, the worst possible behavior. [...]

[...] He was not sure enough of his new world, still enough a part of the old one so that he saw his life and abilities often through the eyes of the “old world inhabitants”—the others who might scorn him, or set him up for ridicule.

[...] Fear of the kind mentioned (scorn and ridicule)is behind the symptoms. [...]

[...] They told the world he did not toe the line, and he feared retribution, ostracism, scorn.

[...] They are afraid that expressions of love, or the need for dependence will only bring them scorn or punishment. [...]

[...] The mass attention and the money, that at times you either envied them or scorned them for, is often a badge to them of their own inadequacies—a compensation that is held a curse, so do not deal in generalities of that kind.

Your black-and-white beliefs have often led you both to either expect scorn, misunderstanding, or on the other hand to expect too much of others who come here. [...]

Ruburt might go on television for example 50 times—to be met by applause, acclaim and understanding, but in his reality, imaginatively, he would be met by scorn and derision. [...]

[...] The stupid are not to be scorned because we must all learn humility.

No conventional arthritic (almost scornfully) could move suddenly with such motions. [...]

[...] If anything, the woman deserves pity, and hardly scorn. [...]

[...] Her voice now became more amused and less scornful, but not much quieter.)

[...] I speculated about whether her sitting on such desires, not daring to admit them, say, might have surfaced as fear of scorn and criticism, and so forth. [...]

[...] He had nothing to do with making his mother a cripple, nor does his fear, hatred or scorn of her keep her in that condition.

[...] I wondered if Jane’s sitting on such desires, unexpressed, could have resulted in some of her fears of scorn and criticism, etc.

[...] (Pause.) He feared the psychic developments, though they were one of my most creative endeavors, because he was afraid they would bring scorn instead.

His mother’s scorn told him this was a part of a bad blood heritage, an inevitable part of his condition. [...]

[...] Those that challenge their own purposes, however, become instant targets of scorn and attack. [...]

When he thinks of work in that fashion, then feelings of responsibility, respectability, scorn or criticism emerge, to thicken the picture. [...]

[...] In Ruburt’s case, it began to worry that the exuberant, spontaneous, emotional parts of the self would allow their search for truth and creativity to get out of bounds, bringing some danger, perhaps, rather than honor—or at the very least scorn and criticism. [...]

[...] “I’d be brave and scornful, knowing I was going to be beheaded—that sort of thing.”