“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Now, to some extent, you and Ruburt felt enough the same way to make the analogy feasible, only Ruburt was the one who constructed the edifice that would protect his own abilities, first of all, and yours as well. Beliefs are the attendants—not strangers at all. With such an edifice, Ruburt can only use his abilities under certain conditions, and he imagines all kinds of impulses, situations, or whatever, that might steal them away, or steal away the time necessary to express them. Just like our millionaire, who everywhere imagines in the most innocent face the gluttonous look of the thief-to-be.

They imagine that thieves will steal it away. They might wear imitation baubles instead, while leaving their real jewels hidden in a bank vault. The greater their wealth, the more some such people struggle to protect it.

Nobody can steal them away,

[...] it seems that other people can steal your time away from you, prevent your use of creativity, when of course—literally, now—that is quite impossible.

No one can steal your time, or in any given moment prevent you from using your creativity. [...]

[...] This is true of individuals, but it also applies to many so-called survival groups, who congregate in one or another portion of the country, collecting supplies to carry them over the holocaust and to defend their families from those who might steal their provisions.

[...] At least some (underlined) criminals feel that in stealing they are simply righting society’s wrongs. [...]

As with a landscape there is often an attempt, my dear Joseph, to steal, so to speak, those elements of life with which the artist is pleased, and transpose them or transfix them, in such a manner that they will attain an invulnerability to other elements with which the artist is dissatisfied.

[...] Who’s to say it’s right or wrong, as long as one doesn’t injure another, or steal, and so on.

[...] (Pause.) The Roman soldier had been in several skirmishes in such a village, stealing livestock for his companions. [...]

[...] The old man also stands for Ruburt’s father, as Ruburt thought of him bumming around, frittering away his time and energy, so he was stealing from the pot. [...]

[...] This does not mean that such a person is repressing sexuality in any given case, and stealing its energy for creative production — though, of course, this may be the case. [...]

In some cases of course the secondary personality would be a severely impeding one, stealing away the main energies. [...]

[...] He suffered from the attacks of “magicians” who were stealing his energy: “Plates” of energy were being stripped away from his chest in layers, until he feared his inner self would be exposed. [...]

[...] I am not stealing energy from others. [...]

[...] The self that you put by will be there when you return, no one will steal it. [...]

[...] This is a highly ridiculous notion, caused by an infantile interpretation of events in his grandfather’s life, and also by the fear that his mother would steal him blind of anything that he possesses.

Our Ruburt did indeed steal from me a few paragraphs in his book, that were not rightfully his in one manner of speaking. [...]

[...] Then these materializations of panic and pain play about the physical body, projected by the ego, and steal the powers of the subconscious mind from their natural constructive tasks.… In other words, the ego becomes a tool to disrupt rather than to create.

[...] (This present book is my third since the sessions began, so Seth is hardly “stealing” any of my creative energy.)

[...] Then these materializations of panic and pain play about the physical body, projected by the ego and stealing the powers of the subconscious mind from their natural constructive tasks to do so. [...]