“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane also has gotten rid of the patch on the outside of her right knee. The ulcer that had formed there after she’d broken her right leg at the site has now closed itself over. It has a way to go before it’s called fully healed, but she’s made remarkable progress with it, I told her. The redness will fade and fresh normal skin will grow.

Now: I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(4:35.) Truly great artistic, creative, athletic and social abilities are inherent within each human individual. Each person has the capacity, then, to be a genius on many levels. (Long pause.) These abilities may largely lay latent now—but they are nevertheless part of the human heritage.

(“I meant to tell you,” Jane said now, “that my left arm is getting softer, too. I think changes are occurring in the knuckle nodes on the backs of my hands, too....” Which reminded me that I’d applied the Remedy Rescue Cream earlier today.

(I was already thinking that we didn’t want to move in any direction until the insurance matter was cleared up, lest it appear that we were running scared. If we moved now, I thought, we might end up stuck with a bill for $50,000, if the insurance refused to cover it under our old setup. I knew I’d be calling Pete first thing Monday to tell him about this. I also knew there were few private rooms in the Infirmary, and that if we lost our privacy it would interfere greatly with our work together—and that the creative work is as much a part of therapy as anything else. Why did this have to happen now? I wondered as I hung up, just when it seems we might get somewhere. But actually, this latest twist was a result of our trying to get somewhere, and might actually work to our benefit with the insurance company, once they were told that my wife couldn’t be moved. That was the message I want to get across to them, with Pete’s help.

(I did get in a 15-minute nap. Jane ate well. After we’d read our prayer together I saw to it that she had her call button laying across her belly so she could use it. She’d pressed it once last night, she said, when she needed something done about the catheter. She uses it as a matter of routine now—quite an advancement, I said.