“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] John sells for a drug company.)

[...] Not to fear selling his soul to the devil. [...]

(I think Seth commented on Volume 2 of “Unknown” because of all the returns Volume 1 is getting these recent weeks, after initially selling very well. [...]

[...] I’ve already written Ariston that we will sell them no more work after their dishonesty with Seth Speaks, and plan to do the same thing soon with Ankh-Hermes. [...]

[...] I would go back to painting, try to sell some, and possibly end up with a part-time job for ready money—anything to break the vicious mental pattern of distrust I seem to keep creating. [...]

[...] The price of the older cottage is around $35,000, I believe, and I don’t recall Paul saying outright that they wanted to sell the cottage. [...]

Now, Ruburt’s book on the nonphysical self will sell, and shortly. [...]

[...] He may or may not sell his paintings, but the difference between the artist and other people is his or her way of being—a difference in the style of existence. [...]

(Jane said she couldn’t really describe them now, but she had “great emotional feelings” when she delivered the part of the session about my thinking that selling work made me a prostitute. [...]

[...] At the same time, as the book’s criticism has a good import, so is the disclaimer in its fashion a creative example, again, of the book’s premise, and also would serve for that matter in a way that may not have been anticipated: with the disclaimer the book may well sell more copies by far than it would otherwise (humorously), for people will be curious about what such a volume might contain that will be dangerous to the public good. [...]

[...] Relief will be more immediate if a persistent, soft-sell line is used.

(She couldn’t really describe them now, Jane said, but she’d had “great, hilarious, emotional feelings” when she delivered the part of the session about my thinking that selling paintings made me a prostitute. [...]

[...] You were not selling paintings to any considerable degree. [...]

[...] And again, a book may sell in the millions, and still go in one mental ear and out the other while our books literally do change lives—and to that extent the world—for the better.

To paint paintings for joy was an act of defiance against your mother, and so you have punished yourself in several ways; by being overly concerned with their quality, insisting upon perfection, and by not making strong efforts to sell them or to work for recognition in that field.

[...] Enjoy the privilege, the ability, and the rewards, for the books do sell. [...]

(Thursday evening, September 10, John Bradley visited us while on a selling trip to Elmira for his company, Searle Drug. [...]

[...] He became angry, and still is, when you show normal criticism of Prentice and their dealings with our books, or his, because he feels that you do not really understand how difficult it is to market creative work, and since you do not sell your paintings you should not criticize his admittedly worrisome efforts. [...]

[...] A strange marketplace that does not sell vegetables. [...]

[...] Freewheeling basis would pertain to John’s interpretation, he said, of the changed mode of operation by which the pharmaceutical industry attempts to sell its products and its image.

In the matter of publishing, or selling paintings, others are involved—others who very rarely in their lives experience that important encounter between, say, the self as actualized and the idealized sensed self, between the painting or the poem as an ideal and the actualization of that ideal. [...]

[...] If you do not sell a painting by next week, for example, I do not want you to say “This does not work.” [...]