“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(After last Monday’s session, Jane told me that she’d try to hold private sessions when she could, but that at this time she’d rather be free of any expected routine, say of Monday and Wednesday nights. I agreed, of course. While waiting for the next session to develop, then, I’d busied myself working on her intro and my notes for Seth’s Dreams. I like the way it’s going, although Jane plans some revisions. But it’s a unique piece of work, and as I told her, we can use it to lay the foundation for much future work. Certainly I know of nothing else like it on the market.

(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.

(This information came through because Jane’s doctor, Marsha Kardon, had told her in the hospital that tests showed Jane’s thyroid gland had quit working altogether—with the concomitant fact that Jane would have to take a synthetic thyroid extract—Synthroid—daily for the rest of her life.)

(Long pause at 8:00.) In a manner of speaking, the Sinful Self created the superhuman self-image that demanded so much, and it encased Ruburt’s body as if in concrete. Well, that image cracked and crumbled in the hospital experience, leaving Ruburt with his more native, far more realistic image of himself. It is one he can work with.