“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I told the women that Jane and I were getting tired of such activities going on behind our backs, and that now I wouldn’t make a move without legal advice. This may have surprised them, I’m not sure. Above all, I said, we’re not going to do anything that will compromise our case against the insurance claim.

(Kim told me Jane is second on the list for admission to the facility now. “It could happen tomorrow or six months from now,” she said, meaning an opening. She seemed receptive when I explained our need for privacy, that it was vital therapy, and talked of moving Jane directly into a private room. But if that didn’t work out, Jane would have to wait her turn in a double room—and there was no telling how long that could take, she said. So I see no real offer of help there.

(In short, I told Kim Evans, the system stinks, and I’m mad about the whole thing. So be it. As I told Jane when I got back to 330 around 3:00, all even the Infirmary wants is the money—that’s why they’re suddenly interested in her, because her name is moved up the list, and they know that somehow they’ll make a profit on the deal, either through self-pay, insurance, or whatnot. In the meantime, when she wasn’t available, they didn’t give a hoot.

They are no more than insect sounds—perhaps irritating, but unimportant. Ruburt will not be forced to take any steps toward moving to another location, without his consent and approval—underline approval. Such affairs are only the shadows of probabilities—that is, experienced merely as shadows, and not fleshed out, because of your own better attitudes and knowledge. Ruburt will have no setbacks, tell him, and his improvements will continue. He will be able to go home, and in some comfort, long before you may imagine.