“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] [Jane’s breakfast was what she usually gets, though.] She ate enough lunch to get full, after I’d gotten her ice cream, butter, and milk. [...]

[...] Jane ate well again. [...]

(As she ate lunch I also noticed that Jane’s index finger on her left hand is moving even more at the first joint, as I described yesterday. [...]

[...] She ate a good supper. [...]

[...] She ate a good lunch, though, and seemed to be doing okay.

(Jane ate a good supper, and I left at 7:10 after reading the prayer with her. [...]

[...] She ate a good lunch. While she ate I described my reactions to and thoughts about Quest for Fire, a well-known movie of a couple of years ago that I’d seen part of on television’s Showtime channel while eating supper last night.

(While she ate I told her I’d called our lawyer this morning. [...]

(Jane ate a good lunch. [...]

(Jane ate a good lunch. [...]

[...] Jane ate a good lunch. [...]

[...] She ate well. [...]

[...] She began speaking better, and ate well. [...]

(After my nap, she ate well for supper, and said she was getting used to the teeth more. [...]

[...] Jane ate little lunch, though she said she did better with breakfast. [...]

[...] 4:27 p.m. Jane ate very little for supper — then she threw it all up, so ended up without food since noon. [...]

[...] She ate an excellent lunch. [...]

[...] Jane ate well again at supper time. [...]

[...] It was easy to turn her on her back, though, and she eventually ate an excellent lunch. [...]

[...] She ate an excellent supper, too. [...]

[...] Jane ate a good lunch. [...]

[...] Once again she ate well—a most encouraging sign, because of the nourishment it bespoke. [...]

(Jane ate an excellent lunch again, and Peg Gallagher visited before she was through. [...]

(Once again Jane ate an excellent supper. [...]

[...] While giving the data she had an image, not clear, of the dining room in Baltimore where Jane and a companion ate, in 1951 or 1952. [...]

[...] Jane however lived in Baltimore for almost a year and ate quite a few times at Anne’s house, in 1951-52. [...]

(Jane ate well, and for dessert had some cake and ice cream. [...]

(Jane ate well after her massage. [...]

(She had periodic bouts of panic as she ate, and we talked these out to some extent. [...]

[...] Jane ate fairly well. [...]

[...] I took a shower, ate breakfast and fed the cats, put the trash out to be picked up by the service we subscribe to, and gave both Classie and “Black Dog” — whose name, Margaret Bumbalo told me, is Missy — snacks of dry cat food. [...]

[...] Yet her mood persisted through lunch — of which she ate little, by the way. [...]

[...] She ate a fair lunch.

[...] I told Jane about it while she ate supper. [...]

(It was easy to turn Jane on her back after I got to 330 at 1:05, and she ate an excellent lunch. [...]

[...] Jane ate very well, as she has been doing. [...]

[...] She ate a good lunch. [...]

(Jane ate well this noon, though. [...]

[...] She ate fairly well. [...]