“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She was interrupted at 4:05 by Diana, who took her blood pressure — 102/64 — “just fine.” [...]

[...] At 3:55 a student took her blood pressure, which was good. [...]

You want entities of pure English blood in other words. [...]

(Yesterday after breakfast Jane had blood taken for tests, but we haven’t heard anything about results yet. [...]

(At my request Mr. Wrigley is going to ask Jane’s doctor, Marsha Kardon, if the blood test she’s due for May 3 can’t be run here at the house instead. [...] He said Dr. Kardon herself could take the blood from Jane; and she has promised to visit us here.

[...] There were numberless blood tests. [...]

[...] One of the blood tests showed that I was slightly anemic. [...]

[...] She might have added that she also laughed because neither did she have a brain tumor, cancer, vasculitis [an inflammation of the blood vessels], or any of several other diseases the doctors thought might be present. [...]

(She had blood taken again before breakfast, from her left foot. [...]

[...] You are not only creatures of corporeal being, forming images of flesh and blood, embedded in a particular kind of space and time; you are also creatures rising out of a particularized dimension of probabilities, born from dimensions of actuality richly suited to your own development, enrichment and growth.

[...] Yet now it seemed that even beneath that scattered performance Jane’s psyche had felt stronger ties of some kind — at least with Del, if not with her mother — than either of us had suspected; that at least some part of her had sensed a sort of biological or creature loss upon the death of a blood relative. [...]

[...] Lynn took Jane’s blood pressure. [...]

[...] This since the blood test a few days ago. [...]

(Jane had more blood taken this morning, during breakfast. [...]

[...] But then, I didn’t know what to call it any more, particularly when the hospital tests had pinpointed it as exactly that; the blood tests especially. [...]

[...] Lorrie came in to take her blood pressure. [...]

[...] Judy emptied Jane’s Foley, or catheter bag, Dorothy took her blood pressure and pulse, and Carla her temperature — 98.2. I did some more mail until Jane said she was ready for a session. [...]

[...] Sharon H.—blood pressure.

[...] At 3:36 a new nurse came in to take her temperature — 98.2. At 3:50 another nurse took her blood pressure.

[...] She’s been able to swab out her left ear, and there has been some blood there.)

(At 4:01 Peggy came into take Jane’s blood pressure. [...]

[...] Blood pressure okay, temperature 97, etc. [...]