“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I asked Jane if Seth would comment on my throat difficulty. Lately my throat, or the roof of the mouth, has been uncomfortable. The pendulum told me yesterday that it was because I was concerned that our finishing Psyche this year would give us more money, which in turn would mean that our taxes next April would be higher —a ridiculous worry, I agree, and quite in keeping with my past attitudes about money and taxes. I did think I’d learned some things about money and taxes, but this latest hassle makes me wonder. I was also hesitant to take the pendulum at face value, after the results achieved regarding the tooth data recently. But I figured I’d learned from that episode, so decided to try using it again.

When you were a young man in New York City, bringing in the cash, you paid your taxes without a qualm. After you and Ruburt met, you had little-enough money for some time, as you tried to find your way, and you had little taxes at all. You had enough to eat, and a warm apartment, so you were hardly deprived—either of you.

(9:00.) Ruburt rather good-naturedly appreciates being in the position of paying taxes, since his upbringing was at the taxpayers’ expense. I know you understand this—but carried to the extreme, that resentment would allow you barely enough to live on, and you actually would refuse to make money, because you so resent the high taxes connected with a good living. Yet financial security is important to both of you, because it allows you the freedom to create as you choose, and to follow this path. Yet remember that for all of its failings, your peace of mind is also the result of the American services that were available when you did not have much money, as they are now.

(We also agreed to try to get something for Frank Longwell, who has embroiled himself in a bind with taxes, business, “the Edgecomb affair,” and related troubles, mostly unknown to us until very recently.

[...] I talked with our tax man, Jack Joyce, on the telephone today; we may get our forms Thursday. I want to pay the taxes by Friday to get free of them, and to see if this act helps set me free. I think that because of the Easter weekend coming up, an extension of the tax-paying deadline until next Tuesday the 17th is permissible, but I don’t want to wait that long. [...]

(I was a little surprised at Seth’s mention of taxes, since my pendulum hadn’t brought this fact out. I’d thought I had fairly well put the problem of taxes in its place after a number of hassles over them in recent years; that is, I thought I’d learned something there.... [...]

In your case, I meant to mention (in the last session) that the time of taxes has some involvement with your difficulties, for reason tells you they must be paid, while your emotions are resentful. [...]

4. I do resent paying the taxes.
[All of these contribute to the physical effects.]

(“Well, taxes come up this week,” Jane told me, “and every time they do your stomach starts up. [...]

[...] It told me once that this time taxes weren’t involved. [...]

The coming taxes are involved—but only because they serve as a springboard—as your family visit did—the springboard that rearouses feelings of disapproval. [...]

[...] “That means that four times a year, then, I feel lousy because of those damned taxes.... [...]

Ruburt thinks of taxes as money paid to society for leaving him alone. [...] The dream did involve Saturday’s visit with the tax accountant (Jack Joyce), which in a way was a re-creation of the dream. Ruburt knew a few moments before the man’s visit that the taxes would be less than you supposed. [...]

[...] The reincarnation dream (see the end of the session), however, had to do with Nebene, who resented any tribute paid to Rome, and was enraged by the crooked practices of all the tax collectors. He did not ascribe to Rome’s religion, or really agree with its government, and he felt that taxes simply represented money given to rogues and thieves to enrich the pockets of the wealthy. [...]

(“We didn’t get the tax forms from Jack Joyce until Saturday, April 14. [...]

[...] My physical hassles have waxed and waned—I’m hoping that paying the taxes tomorrow helps. [...]

[...] It is not the fact of the taxes so much that annoys you, as the uses of the taxes, for you resent “being forced” to contribute your money to what you think of as stupid national policies.

(This morning while working on the tax questionnaire for the CPA who handles our affairs, I had cramps in my back and stomach. [...]

(With some amusement, emphasis, gestures, loud passages, etc.:) We will begin with a dissertation on your attitudes toward taxes.

The money is being achieved or accumulated as a result of your search for the ideal, so it appears twice as ironic to you that the funds for taxes be used to pursue national goals bent, it seems, upon the most gross, shortsightedly practical conditions. [...]

Do not try to back over backwards over the tax issue—hence your back problem (today). [...] You feel guilty about taxes, because you feel that you have not contributed enough financially—therefore doubly angry that the money must be taken from Ruburt, and so forth.

[...] It’s been bothering me for the last few days, for no apparent reason; looking back, probably since Jack Joyce visited a few days ago about our making estimated tax payments to NY State. [...] Today I paid estimated federal and NYS taxes, and had planned to do so since seeing Jack. [...] I’d thought I’d managed to dismiss concerns about taxes, and actually have succeeded in doing so to a large degree—witness my physical well-being when paying taxes last April 15, for example. [...]

(This afternoon, when I returned from running errands—paying state and federal taxes, etc.—Jane told me that she was having all kinds of “weird things” happening in her back and legs, as though various portions of her anatomy were loosening at uneven rates. [...]

[...] I had to go to the bank to get checks and money orders to pay taxes and bills, hook up the garden hose, and learn how to work the new sprinkler I’d bought to spray the flowers out back. Then Wednesday morning I’m scheduled to see our lawyer regarding taxes, Jane’s social security, and so on. [...]

I will congratulate you both on your handling of today’s situation and Prentice, and taxes (and sample page proofs for Volume 1 of “Unknown” Reality). [...]

Give unto Caesar the things that are Caesar’s. That means the taxes. [...] If you understand what I have said, you should honestly be freed of the entire tax hassle.

In one area, that of money, Ruburt is fairly free, finally. You consider taxes as a symbol of the creator’s support of the mass world—that is, you feel forced to contribute to a world with which you do not agree. [...]

[...] You did not either, incidentally have to confront your negative beliefs about taxes until you were lucky enough, and creative enough, to find yourself in a position where you need pay a considerable amount. [...]

[...] Please understand that these gaps are also the results, partially, of certain achievements—as your conflicts about taxes could not have existed years ago. [...]

[...] No news about Blue Cross — but he had said that we had no worries about gift taxes should anyone contribute to the fund Maude Cardwell is presumably organizing for us. There’s a $10,000 starting point before taxes take effect.

[...] As she ate a light lunch I told her that our lawyer’s assistant had called this morning, and that I stopped on my way down to pick up our tax forms. Incredibly, we owe money on taxes this year — $26,000 in medical expenses notwithstanding. [...]

[...] We were going to the tax office this evening before the session, and I had gone ahead to get the car out of the garage, etc.)

[...] I’d typed a letter to our lawyer, regarding our taxes, and mailed it this noon. [...] I suspect such funds are taxable, so to legally avoid having much of any funds lost through heavy taxes, Jane and I need advice as to what to do. [...]

Now, if you will not break into many pieces, you may take your break—the clatter of pieces crashing to the floor would tax Ruburt’s new vacuum sweeper—or tax fingers that are breaking with fatigue. [...]

[...] Then this afternoon Jack Joyce visited to help determine our estimated NY State tax payment for this year. [...]

Painting and poetry, cleaning the house, seeing the tax man, doing chores —these are all expressions of being. [...]

The tax episode threw Ruburt into a quandary—not only because of the situation, but because you, he felt, felt so threatened that there was no joy in his royalty check. [...]

He is indeed in the wrong, but over tax matters, certain falsifications. [...] He is worried that the illegal tax methods in connection with his business will be discovered.

(The material surprised us, and we had no thought of trying to relay it to anybody. We have no idea as to whether the tax matters referred to are true, and/or will develop. [...]

[...] This morning I worked on the final copy of our 1983 taxes, and will mail them to our accountant Monday morning. [...]

[...] This morning I finished the final statements for our 1983 taxes. [...]