“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

“If you sell yourselves short, you will say, ‘I am a physical organism and I live within the boundaries cast upon me by space and time. I am at the mercy of my environment.’ If you do not sell yourselves short, you will say, ‘I am an individual. [...]

[...] Technically an afternoon visit on his part would interrupt the working hours of Jane and me, but we would not really call it a disturbance since we want to sell the paintings.

[...] Jane said she thought this data, tacked on at the close, referred to the fact that she has an idea to sell a weekly column on ESP to the local paper, and has been working up samples lately.

In more specific terms, I’m organizing this rather short exploration of Jane’s death around these items; a loose chronology surrounding her writing of Seth, Dreams … in 1966-67, and our unsuccessful attempts to sell the book; my acceptance of the survival of the personality after physical death; a waking experience involving my sensing Jane very soon after she had died; a metaphor I created for her death; a dream in which I not only contacted her but gave myself relevant information; another metaphor for Jane’s death; my speculations about communication among entities, whether they’re physical or nonphysical; a letter that could be from the discarnate Jane — one that was sent to me by its recipient, a caring correspondent whom I’ll call Valerie Wood; a note I wrote to Sue Watkins about the death of her mother; some quotations from a published letter of mine; Jane’s notes concerning the relationship we had; and, finally, the poem in which she refers to her nonphysical journeys to come.

My own imperfect recollection following Tam’s request that I look for it was that Seth, Dreams … was an unfinished collection of records, ideas, and chapters that Jane had struggled with for several years, without selling it. [...]

[...] Finally, in 1971 Tam converted her contract for Seth, Dreams … into one for Seth Speaks. Jane didn’t keep on trying to sell Seth, Dreams … Neither did I, and somehow that perfectly good book ended up packed away. [...]

Public interviews involve him, therefore, in far more than the selling of books, you see, connected with the tours of people who are merely writers. [...]

[...] This is what you think when you put out this fine energy to sell a product (to Davey) and this is what you think (to Joel). [...]

[...] Besides selling painting supplies, the Art Shop sells a variety of gifts—ceramics, books, frames, paintings, prints, sculpture, postcards, etc.

[...] This improvement has seemed to blossom like magic, and we feel that the time when Jane begins to sell her work regularly will soon arrive.)

In quite practical terms also you have been selling paintings, because now you do not hold back, and you will continue to improve; and this improvement will cause others to be drawn to your work.

I have told you that his book will sell well—very well, and so it shall.

[...] Bill and Peggy share the cost of a cottage on Seneca Lake with other members of Peggy’s family, and had been taking steps to sell the cottage this fall. [...]

Selling door to door had to him the subjective advantage in that he was master of the situation, and was indeed the invader. [...]

If you believe firmly that your consciousness is locked up somewhere inside your skull and is powerless to escape it, if you feel that your consciousness ends at the boundary of your body, then you sell yourself short, and you will think that I am a delusion. [...]

[...] “Will this sell or won’t it?” That question was more or less imperative when Ruburt was learning to use his abilities. [...]

[...] When he began to sell his work, he felt to some degree, now, dependent upon the acceptance of the others in the world—for if they did not accept him at all they would not buy his books. [...]

[...] F. Fell added that he expects to sell a lot of books.)

That dislike, as much as anything, made you unwilling to do what is required to be a selling artist. [...]

[...] Actually what happens here is that the ego sells the personality short, out of fear, and denies those very abilities that are needed, and in practical terms.

[...] An artist will be tolerated — only if his work sells well, for example, in which case it will be thought that the artist is simply trickier than most in discovering a way of making money.

[...] He felt that its unique nature meant that it could be quite difficult to sell. [...]

If he is not able to see himself at all times as a successful, earning writer, then he feels like a fool in other areas also, and is suddenly enraged over situations at the gallery which, while not the best, hardly bother him at all when he is selling his writing.

[...] At one time only a freelance selling position, you see, would have been an acceptable compromise.