“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(3:10. After a cigarette, and my doing some mail, Jane started reading yesterday’s long session, which I’d finished typing at about 10:30 last night. Before I went to the john I helped her hold the session papers on the left edge with her left hand—something I’ve been hoping she would become able to do, since it would add to her independence in reading. She started reading fairly well. When I came back from the john, she suddenly was able to grasp the right edge of the papers with her right hand—a totally unexpected development, one that I hadn’t expected yet at all. Jane uttered cries of approval. “Look at what I can do.” This feat enabled her to bring the session closer to her eyes, so that she didn’t have to read with it propped up against her knee—she held the papers where she wanted them. She could almost hold the papers up like anyone would, even though her arms and hands aren’t clear yet; but, she told me, they have changed enough so that she could now do this. Wonderful, I said. I stressed that it was a very important step, and that maybe soon I could take apart Personal Reality, as I had suggested doing some weeks ago, so that she could read it page by page.

(Jane read fairly well, and held several of the pages of the session in the same manner. In 329 on the other side of the bathroom we could hear Christina through two doors, singing in Russian and English. “She sounds like a dirge,” I said, yet when I’d been in the john and could hear her better. I’d detected a distinctly childlike feeling in her singing, of a woman who is over 90 years old.

(By 3:50, when she was reading the last two pages of the session, Jane said that already her holding the pages that way was almost automatic, though by the time she finishes a page her left hand is beginning to get tired. By now, she said, all of the nurses and aides notice it when she uses the call button, and many of them remark about her general improvements.