“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.

(3:30. Spasms interfered with Jane’s reading to some extent. When Lynne came in to take her blood pressure, Jane showed her what new things she could do with her hands. Lynne also noticed how much better the healing ulcer on the outside of her right knee looked. Cathy took Jane’s temperature and pulse.

(3:55. I opened a letter from a reader who had sent us our individual lifecharts, in answer to a card I’d used to reply to her letter last month. The charts were ridiculous, I said to Jane, and showed her how they allowed each of us only about four good, creative, safe months a year! What rot, I said. They’d been prepared by a famous astrologer, the woman said. I was especially intrigued by the “fact” that my birth month, June, was shown in red—meaning that it was a danger month and that I should be very careful in life. I crossed the writer off my mental list of who I might reply to in the future.