“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

I do not consider these small helpful hints of future events to be the sort of demonstration which in certain circumstances could annoy me. And any annoyance that I do feel is merely with the impatience that requests for demonstrations may hide.

It is difficult, rather, for me to leave you so early, since I enjoy our sessions. Nevertheless I will follow my own resolution. Ruburt has sufficiently worked already this week, and his energy should be directed elsewhere while he recuperates. There is no serious energy loss here. My purpose is to keep you both in a state of disciplined exuberance however, and I keep a most cautious eye on any, even minute, psychic fatigue. He is not suffering from psychic fatigue. This is a mere and perhaps unnecessary precautionary gesture on my part.

(Somehow, Doc Kiley grabbed me, spun me around in the air and hugged me. My clothes were in disarray, I told him laughing. Was the joke on my mother? Or on the other doctor they spoke of, or both?

(I remember Doc Kiley best from my grade school days, just as I do his sister Helen. I didn’t see as much of them by the time I was in high school, then college. I remember his last years were tragic ones; he killed a woman while driving, and became an alcoholic. When I was small he gave me presents. In particular I remember a toy merry-go-round. He was a big heavyset man with a square jaw.)

(November 13, Friday, 8:30 PM: Moderate sensation a few times. Hands and feet enlarged on the tops again to some degree. Once, very quickly, the bed beneath me “rippled.” For a moment I thought I might be attempting to travel or lift up.