“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Jane looked scrubbed and clean when I got to 330; her hair was braided, her bed changed, the room shone. She hadn’t gone to hydro this morning, so Georgia had given her a bath in bed, and cleaned everything up.

[...] While I wrote some letters she started some head and shoulder motions off the bed, making noises and other cries. [...]

[...] It was after 1 AM before I got to bed. [...] I put her in bed at about 11:30 AM, and got her up at noon. [...]

(Jane refused to lie down this morning while I went to Gerould’s, so I had to get her out of bed, after changing the dressings, within 10 minutes. [...]

[...] “I’m about ready to fall off the bed,” Jane said, going back into her disoriented state at once. [...]

[...] She could feel them shifting from side to side as she lay on her back in bed. [...] This would be very important, for now her hips wouldn’t always be laying upon the bed like a dead weight. [...]

[...] It involved her putting on blue jeans and a belt, and rolling on the bed to get the jeans on the way she used to do. [...]

(On Wednesday, May 13, Miss Callahan’s relatives asked Jane if we could move Miss Callahan’s blue divan into our apartment, and in its place let them take a hide-away bed we had in storage; this bed to be used for a nurse who was to live with Miss Callahan when she was brought home from the Town House. [...]

[...] As usual this vision was over before I realized I had seen it, yet during the sighting I was for the first time unaware of my body lying on the bed.

[...] Anyway early after we went to bed I realized I was in the middle of an odd nightmarish experience, one terribly vivid emotionally, yet with no real story line. [...] All I know is that I awakened myself crying, my body very sore, sat on the side of the bed and made the following connections from my feelings at the time:

[...] Then Jane actually lifted the whole foot clear of the bed as it kept flexing. [...]

[...] Then she raised the foot three inches off the bed, flexing the foot at the same time at the ankle. [...]

(I said I thought she was preparing to flex the left leg at the knee by getting used to moving it off the bed at the foot, first. [...]

[...] One small note here: at those times when Ruburt wears sweaters to bed, you see, they serve as reminders of his mother’s bed jackets. This was the main reason for his difficulty regarding the arms last night in bed.

[...] Our bedroom is small and it’s difficult to have the bed lined up north-south; besides, Jane can’t see out the single window then. We didn’t turn the bed as Seth suggested.)

(During break Jane got a brief but clear message from Seth: We should turn our bed back so that its head pointed north again, instead of to the west as it does now.

I suggest, merely, that Ruburt try the bed arrangement for a week, and then see what he thinks.

(Then the central part of my body felt depressed down to bed level; I had the odd thought that I was more aware of the bed beneath my middle body than I was of the body itself. [...]

[...] In actuality they lay straight on the bed.

[...] Something on Rich Bed, or just generally about those feelings I had yesterday after reading your introduction for Dreams....” [...]

(11:12 AM.) Last night (Jane said) I felt great when Robbie kissed me, and actually I slept quite well, both in my chair and bed. [...]

[...] Instead of making her sleepy, however, it turned her into someone wild: she yelled and shouted and tried to get out of bed. [...]

[...] It worked well, and came about spontaneously when I dropped my notebook on the bed when Jane asked me to get her water. [...]

(When I seemed exasperated when Jane asked me to do something for her, and dropped my notebook on the bed, she at once felt a strong fear that she’d exasperate me beyond bearing — that she couldn’t afford to get me mad at her. [...]

[...] Walking barefoot on a bed of fire would most likely cause most of you, my readers, to feel the most acute pain — while in some primitive societies, under certain conditions the same situation could result instead in feelings of ecstasy or joy.

[...] There were three beds in that room. Dick slept in one, the bed that you have pictured. [...] There was also a smaller bed in which a maid slept. [...]

[...] The mattress was straw but the bed itself was the best bed in the family, handed down from Throckmorton’s father. [...]

[...] I saw very clearly the front upstairs bedroom in which he slept, and the bed in which he died as a boy of 9. I made a very quick sketch of this mental picture with a ballpoint pen. [...]

It began—the cold—after Eleanor (Friede) showed such pleasure with (Jane’s autobiography) Rich Bed. [...]

Rich Bed is highly important to him personally and creatively. [...]

[...] A note added after Jane’s death in 1984: she worked upon her most interesting autobiography, From This Rich Bed, periodically over the years, but never did finish it. [...]

[...] Then Jane said something very important—that when the guardrail on the bed in down on the left side, and the TV is pushed back out of the way, she gets the impulse to sit up in bed and swing her legs down over the side. [...]

[...] Afterward three of the staff came in to hoist her further up the bed and change her drawsheet. [...]

Ruburt now feels the impulse to sit up on the side of his bed—an excellent development, for action follows impulse. [...]

3. Each morning in bed or after breakfast Rob to remind me to trust the physician within and the ancient wisdom of the body—those words.

Now, if there ever was a puritan remark it was the one that just escaped our friend, Ruburt’s lips, for in his mind still, you see, you must have this purpose and be active and it is wrong to simply go back to bed for no better reason than that you want to go back to bed. [...]

Many of you would have questioned yourselves for an hour, “Why do I want to go back to bed? [...] And so, at the end of an hour, had you begrudgingly gone to your bed, the inspiration would have long since departed. [...]

(During break Natalie told of having the intuitive feeling to go back to bed.)

After Eleanor’s refusal Ruburt was left with Rich Bed. [...] So he felt guilty about Rich Bed even though it wasn’t finished.

He made the bed that day. [...]

Eleanor, who professed such greater literary understanding and appreciation for Dialogues, in her turn refused it as well, and also Rich Bed. [...]

(During the night Jane has also more or less settled into a routine of laying down for a couple of hours, then sitting in her chair for an equal time, and even sleeping in it, then going back to bed. [...] I usually get up at least three, and usually four, times during the night to help her change from chair to bed to chair, etc.)

[...] She’s fallen into a regular, very narrow pattern of eating, watching TV, and sleeping, either in her chair or in bed, night and day. [...]

(I’d also run errands to the post office, supermarket and drugstore while Peggy assisted Jane, and by the time I got back Peggy had managed to get Jane from the bed back into her chair—but it hadn’t been easy, Jane said later, and she hadn’t been able to describe to Peggy just how I did it myself with little effort. [...]

[...] I told Jane something that I’d wanted to mention—that it would be great if she could get to turn in bed by herself. [...]

[...] Among them was a reminder to Jane that each evening as I lay in bed I send her healing energy and my prayers for her deep recovery. [...]

[...] I found out differently when I turned her on her left side after the session: For it turned out that she’d been lying upon a roll of tape that someone—Georgia or Phyllis, probably—had left lying on the bed when they changed her dressings this morning. I hadn’t noticed it when I turned Jane on her back at 1:10, for I always did this from the other side of the bed. [...]