“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Within the last few days Jane has lost several teeth, necessitating help from our dentist, Paul O’Neill. I called him at the office this afternoon, but there was no answer. When I checked his home phone, Paul told me he’d taken the day off; he offered to look at Jane here at the house. When he’d done so later in the afternoon, he further offered to do the necessary work here at the house, saving Jane going to his office. We were most surprised. After he’d left, we could see that in actuality Paul’s visit had offered all that Jane could have desired, under the circumstances; we hadn’t asked for any of it, even his preliminary visit to the house to examine Jane this time—although he’d done that on a couple of previous occasions, again without being asked by us.

Now: Ruburt knew he had to have dental work. He wanted it done. His beliefs were not of the best at all, as far as physically getting to the office. He did not, however, imagine himself, for example, falling, except I believe in one or two very brief thoughts. Had you told him “Never mind, when the time comes you will make it,” that would have been adequate enough. You did say, several times, “You’ll be able to make it all right”—and that was also adequate and a good response.

(I plead being misunderstood here to some extent, however. It should be added that I’d said that I thought it strange Jane was seemingly more concerned about making it to the dentist’s office than she was about why she had to be there to begin with.)

(After I received no answer at Paul’s office, I thought of waiting to call him at home after supper tonight, with Jane’s agreement. Five minutes later, however, I decided to try him at home after all. Jane said she thought he took Mondays off, whereas I’d thought he took a midweek day off.)