“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] (Long pause.) I believe the small bed pillow used by Ruburt has a connection with your mother, and should not be used.

(I wasn’t sure whether Seth had said a red, or bed, pillow.)

The small pillow he uses beneath his regular bed pillow.

(The next morning Jane told me that once again she’d done “a lot of book dictation” after she went to bed. [...] She lay back in bed — and woke up. [...]

9. Bed north-south orientation?

The dream locations are not superimposed upon the chest and bed and chair. They exist composed of the very atoms and molecules that in the waking state you perceive as bed and chest and chair.

For Ruburt then: When the physical body lies in bed, that physical body is separated by a vast distance from the dream location in which the dreaming self may dwell. [...]

In the first place, the chest and bed and chair are only the results of your perception, and of your physical perception. [...]

[...] Yet while you dream you cannot find the bed nor chest nor chair, and when you wake you cannot find the room or city or location which was there moments before.

[...] Jane fed the cat and locked our apartment door as usual before returning to bed. I know she was up at this time because she woke me getting back into bed, and told me the second cat had come home. [...]

You will be able to look back and see your physical body upon the bed on some occasions, and in other cases you will not be able to do this. [...]

[...] If you project from this form into another in order to intensify your experience, then from this second form you will not see your body upon the bed.

[...] In the third form you will no longer be aware that your body is on the bed, and you will not see it.

[...] Before long she had her left foot and leg raised up a couple of inches off the bed. [...]

(Earlier she’d told me that she was both disappointed and impatient with her progress since we’d started this group of sessions on October 9. She’d wanted her decubiti healed in a week, she said, and to be sitting on the edge of the bed by now. [...]

[...] Indeed, when I tried to position her for supper, she fell off to one side of the bed at such a severe angle that I had to call for help to get her straightened up again.

[...] I’ve taken to using the pendulum in the morning after breakfast and last thing at night before going to bed. [...]

[...] Only her bent legs would prevent her from taking any position except the ones she uses in bed. [...]

(I said I’ve been waiting for her legs to begin to move, so that she can move more, and get out of the bed into a chair of some sort, but since that hasn’t happened yet there isn’t much we can do. [...]

[...] I dreamed he was taken very ill with heart trouble — that all he wanted to do was lay on his back in bed — I think in a trailer environment. [...]

[...] Joe had lain in bed in the trailer, and Margaret had resisted sending him to a hospital. [...]

Dawn is breaking.
Why should I lie in bed
worrying about my body or the world?
Before time was recorded
dawn has followed dusk
and all the creatures of the earth
have been couched
in the loving context
of their times.

4. Some humorous remarks about changing bed to north-south position.

[...] I was engaged in a contest to see if I could help Jane get ready for bed, set the alarm and the electric blanket, turn out the bedroom lights and open the curtains and a window—all before I gave out in a heap on the bed. Indeed, I lost my balance twice while helping Jane undress, and each time collapsed on the bed beside her, to her evident concern. [...]

[...] When we decided to retire I shuffled about the house, cleaning up and locking doors and windows as Jane made ready for bed. [...] I yawned deeply and wished only for bed, over and over again.

[...] Last PM in bed left cheek jaw (bone?) opened much further —(same now); a further motion of neck ligaments to shoulders/arms. [...]

[...] There will now be a synthesis of dream and waking activity, and a greater physical release, but he must also work through his beliefs on Rich Bed and the material begun today. [...]

[...] Last night Jane was faced with a little dilemma: She felt Seth around after supper, but also had the idea that we go to bed at 8:30 and get up at 4 AM to “work.” [...] I got her up at 11 PM, made her something to eat and drink, got her situated in the writing room, and went back to bed. She wheeled herself back into the bedroom at about 4 AM, and went to bed with my help. [...]

(I used the pendulum again this morning, as soon as I was out of bed, and received the same answer. [...]

[...] Joe lay in bed with his eyes closed the whole time, although he alertly followed our talk. [...]

[...] Suzanne helped me hoist her up on the bed. [...]

(Being tired, she had gone to bed a little after midnight, instead of waiting up for Jimmy as she usually did. [...] Unaware of the passage of time, she then was awakened out of a sound sleep, not dreaming either, by a thunderously loud voice which shouted to her or at her: “Good night!” Marian told us this was so real to her, so loud and unmistakable, filling the entire room as with thunder, that she sat bolt upright in bed, fully awake and quite frightened. [...]

[...] The bed is again in the position that I suggested, I notice. [...]

[...] The change in the direction of the bed will also aid in psychological time experiments, when tried there.

(I might also add here that in the short time since the bed was changed in position, so that its head points north, Jane has lost the persistent soreness of the ribs on her left side. [...]

[...] For I still felt my body against the bed—I lay face up, covered by a blanket—as though my body was pasted to the bed. In other words, I floated in the air, bed and all, quite pleasantly. [...]

(Peculiarly, I had no feeling of being detached from my physical body—that is, I didn’t feel I was bodiless, hovering above it: I had taken the bed up with me, you see. I felt the bed and I were several feet above the floor. [...]

[...] She lifted her head and shoulders off the bed, while her feet remained pretty quiet. [...]

[...] And I’ve pinned a copy of that poem to the wall of 330, opposite the foot of Jane’s bed. [...]