“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

In our other books I’d mentioned my physical symptoms now and then. By the time Seth finished dictating Dreams last month (on February 8), however, my physical condition had deteriorated. Two weeks later I could hardly get out of my chair onto the couch or the bed. After answering approximately 50 letters one weekend, the next weekend I could barely hold a pen to write my name. Soon afterward my hearing began to fade, then suddenly became blocked. A few days later I wound up in the emergency room of one of our local hospitals—and there, all too quickly I became familiar with the medical profession’s battery of testing paraphernalia. (Long pause.) I was placed in a CAT scanner, my bare backside pressed painfully against a cold metal table, my head encircled by the strange doughnut, or globe, while bright white lights and numbers, it seemed, flashed everywhere. They only X-rayed my head.

(With a laugh at 7:51:) Later that same bare backside, thin and bony, was pressed against another metal table, while this time electrodes were attached to every available area of my head so that an electroencephalogram could be taken. No instructions were given to me except to close my eyes as the test progressed. (Pause.) Some kind of white gum, or glue, had been rubbed into my scalp through my hair to improve the electrical contacts, and when the test was finished the attendant simply grabbed one area of the equipment and pulled the entire mess off my head in one motion—which felt like my entire scalp was coming off. The obvious unconcern on the part of that middle-aged female attendant made me furious.

I remember when I had my first bowel movement at the hospital. Eyes closed to hold back tears of humiliation, I felt my arms lifted by an orderly (long pause), my thin belly and ribs straining in the brightly lit room, my backside lifted and supported by two other strange arms, while a third person—I don’t want to sound too vulgar—

[...] Her backside was sore, as well as her hips and inner thighs at the groin; she couldn’t move forward easily. [...]

[...] I told her I was primarily interested in but two things, both personal: her reactions to Mass Events and God of Jane in connection with her symptoms, and what was going on in her backside and hips. [...]

[...] It worked—but barely, for it was too high for the john, and had no cushion for Jane’s backside comfort.

[...] She said she was doing the same thing she did last night before that session: getting scared, lapsing, while at the same time she tried to get comfortable on her backside. [...]

[...] She took aspirin, sat up often, and even called me to rub her legs and backside when those areas bothered her much more than usual. [...]

[...] Indeed, she’d been quite relaxed for much of the day, alternating with periods of soreness in her backside. [...]

(I suggested now that Seth talk about Jane’s very uncomfortable state concerning her backside, hips and legs. [...]

[...] Jane has been feeling considerably better: “My backside feels 75% better,” she said again now. [...]

[...] I also wanted him to talk about the subject we’d mentioned for Monday night’s session, but which hadn’t been covered: the reasons for her sore backside, and what she could do to help ease her hip and leg discomfort. [...]

[...] Even as I did he slipped, landed on his backside, then tumbled over the edge as he scrambled for his balance. [...]

(She’s been sleeping much better, but with interspersed bouts of restlessness and discomfort in her backside and legs. [...]

[...] No cat says “I must hold my backside in such and such a fashion or I must play with catnip.” [...]

[...] Her backside and legs in particular have bothered her recently. [...]