“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(However, I’ve also discovered that I’ll have to watch my time if I want to get anything done—for “time” can slip away like smoke as I do chores, help nurses take care of Jane, or cook meals or take care of the cats or run errands. [Soon the grass, which is turning green, will need cutting, too.] I became quite concerned over the time element this afternoon when I saw that it was 2:45 before I could get back to the typewriter, when I’d quit work at 11:30 AM. By the time I could go back to work, I was in a half-angry, dejected mood. Jane picked this up, of course. I ended up taking a nap.

If earlier, however, Ruburt had the erroneous idea that he was going too fast—or would or could—and had to restrain himself and to exert caution, now he received the medical prognosis, the “physical proof” that such was not the case—and in fact that the opposite was true: he was too slow. If our words could not convince him, or his own understanding grasp the truth, then you had the “truth” uttered with all the medical profession’s authority—and if once a doctor had told him years ago how excellent was his hearing, the medical profession now told him that his slowness [his thyroid deficiency], helped impair his hearing to an alarming degree.

(Very long pause at 7:50.) So contrary to its own beliefs, and helpless or not, Ruburt was holding his own.

There was a certain comradeship existing between himself and others, desires and impulses became more immediate, clearer cut, easier to identify.

(7:58.) The discomforts of a physical nature led to instant responses. He could enjoy the cooling drink (Coke), the change of position, the sudden relief of turning from one hip to another. His weaknesses were out in the open, dramatically presented, and from that point, unless he chose death he could only go forward: for suddenly he felt that there was after all some (underlined) room to move, that achievements were possible, where before all achievements seemed beside the point in the face of his expected superhuman activity.

(And as Jane and I had discussed while she was in the hospital, she had indeed explored quite seriously the possibility of physical death—much more so than either of us had realized on conscious levels before her admittance to the hospital.)

He will, then, continue to improve, because he has allowed himself some room for motion, for change of value fulfillment. Trust the body’s rhythms as these changes occur, however. Going out in the yard (this afternoon in a wheelchair, accompanied by her nurse) was an excellent case in point, important on practical and symbolic levels.

All of that was (underlined) exhausting, and you had your own role to play in those developments. Do, when you can, look over my magical approach material. Ruburt kept turning down his thermostat, so to speak. Now his desires and intents have set it upon a healthy, reasonable setting, and the inner processes are automatically activated to bring about the normal quickening of his body, as before his intent led to the body’s automatic slowness.

(8:10 PM. Jane’s Seth voice had strengthened somewhat as the session progressed. “I felt a little strange before the session,” she said, “but it was no problem.... My hands have been better and better, especially eating, but they’re sore, you know?” She does have somewhat less trouble using a fork, say, but still does about all of her eating with her left hand.