“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Yesterday I found in the mail a letter from Steve Blumenthal, requesting copies of just about every record we’ve got, and so forth—no need to go into that here. I thought about the tape deal overnight, and this morning decided that it wasn’t worth going through with, at least at this time. I don’t want the extra stress.

(When I got to 330 this noon Jane told me that this morning after hydro, she’d actually turned over on her left side by herself, for the first time. Georgia was there, and saw it along with Gail Greene, who was actually taking care of her this morning.

(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.

(He told me that such a turndown was the first time he’d seen it happen, and couldn’t understand it. He tried to explain about Jane’s care, but I only partially understood. The insurance company told him, I believe, that according to her medical records, Jane didn’t need to be hospitalized—a strange attitude, and one neither of us could believe. He suggested I see Pete Harpending, our lawyer, right away, saying that we have a good case. I got from him the name of the supervisior of claims at Blue Cross, as well as a person, Mary Krebs, head of Utilization Review, which determines what level of care a patient is at, at the hospital.

(Andrew Fife said Blue Cross wouldn’t want the publicity of a suit in a case like ours, but I said they must go through this all the time. “You sound like me,” he said. My news upon returning to 330 didn’t help Jane any, but I thought she was taking it very well, everything considered.

(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.

(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.

(4:28 PM. “I don’t know what he said,” Jane said, but while he was talking I got the feeling that it—the insurance thing—wasn’t going to go on and on—it wouldn’t drag on,” she said. “I didn’t get a time limit, though, that I remember.”

(I don’t know what I’ll be doing tomorrow morning, I told her. I plan to call Pete at 9:00 AM, and will take it from there. I’d told Andrew Fife that Pete would be calling him, probably requesting records, and that Fred Kardon may be called or asked for a statement, and so forth. We’ll see. I may have to spend time getting our own records together.