“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

DELETED SESSION

(I’d debated with myself about not telling Jane the insurance news until I had a chance to ask Seth about it while she was in trance, but soon decided that wouldn’t be fair. I told her, then, not long after arriving in 330. Half-crying, she said her good news about turning hardly equaled the bad news about insurance. I stressed the fact that her turning was indeed excellent news, and meant that she was on her way to even better things. It is vitally important, I said, and her continuing improvement has the power to solve our other challenges, as I noted once some time ago in a session.

(Jane knows this. At the same time she began having bladder spasms after I’d broken the news. This morning her catheter had irrigated okay, although the urine is cloudy. I mentioned that, obviously, I’d like Seth to comment on the insurance business. This morning I’d reread his brief passages in the session for December 3, in which he’d noted that the affair would be settled to our satisfaction. Now I wondered what was going on, of course. I wondered about a shift in probabilities.

(Jane ate well this noon, though. At 2:30 I cleaned our glasses and called billing. Andrew was out but the girl would have him call back. We watched In Search Of, and I read to Jane the short newspaper article about the death of Newell Mullin, who is Sue Watkins’ father. She started to read yesterday’s session when Andrew Fife called at 3:12.

(3:15. She was uncomfortable, though, and talked about being turned—most unusual for her at this time of day. She decided to go back to reading yesterday’s session instead, though. She started out well, but began hesitating at times. She kept going through the session, however, with an occasional nudge from me.

(“Oh, give me a cigarette and I’ll try to have a short session,” Jane said. “I got so mad I wasn’t going to have one.” She hadn’t mentioned turning over again.

(4:10. Just as were ready for the session, Sharon Hawley came in to see about eye drops. She left to get some iced ginger ale. We waited. She didn’t return. She showed me how cloudy Jane’s urine was, when I asked. After she left, and while we were waiting for her to return, I rubbed several spots on Jane’s neck and forehead and the top of her head, and got excellent responses to most of them. The crown rubbing brought forth the best response—strong side-to-side, heavy breathing, a feeling, Jane said, in her neck, shoulders and arms and down her back. At the same time, her feet had moved a bit.

(“Oh. I’m tired of waiting,” [for Sharon, who never did show up, by the way] Jane said, and began the session.