“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(No session was held yesterday, Monday, but here is a summary of the day’s events, for December 26.

(3:05. Jane started reading yesterday’s session, but didn’t do very well. Her eyes were very red. I’d cleaned her glasses and changed the Duoderm on the bridge of her nose, which helped.

(3:56. Jane showed me how both elbows have loosened up enough so that she can move her forearms down another inch or so—a good sign, I told her. Then she did some overall, very light movements. By 4:15 she was dozing at times as I did mail. The Six-Million Dollar Man came on TV at 5:00, as I started a nap after massaging her—dehypnotizing her—as usual. Jane fretted a little about not getting anything done, but I said to forget it. She ate a good supper, and I left at 7:15.

(I should add that at 2:30 I called to see if Andrew Fife was in his office at billing, since I wanted to show him the claim-denial reports I’d received from the insurance company the day before Christmas. But he wasn’t in for the day.

(Naturally the book has been endorsed by all the right scientists and organizations and reviewers. “Suppose those people had endorsed your stuff like that?” I asked Jane. “I’d disown it,” she replied. Actually, the beasts and birds and fishes pictured in the book all seemed to be regressive, rather than to show what true progress in evolution might be like. I thought it really was a reflection of the author’s fears more than anything else. Jane and I spent some little time discussing it. But then, it’s impossible to write about evolution without contradicting oneself—if one believes in it, I said. The same goes for the current theories of “the origin of life” in scientific terms. There’s a section on that in the book, full of words like perhaps, maybe, must have, some, probably, could have, and so forth. What a pity. I said to Jane, that in my hand I held the best man could do about understanding his origins at this time. Pathetic.

(I should have added earlier that at lunch today Jane had me place the paper container of beef Spanish rice on her belly, so that she could feed it to herself with a spoon, left-handed. She was really pleased at the accomplishment; I was too. She also wanted to try the ice cream, but hadn’t done so.)

(Long pause at 4:21.) Your own love for each other, accentuated by the Christmas season and your anniversary, also helped give impetus for those improvements. The body does not just work part by part—but its motions are also the result of unseen organizations and connections that unite the various parts of the body. These inner organizations are difficult for the intellect to understand, for they handle intuitive matters and symbols much as dreams do.

It is easy enough for ordinary people to move (pause) without questioning, but in full acceptance that such motion is a natural characteristic. It only becomes difficult to move when one begins to question the nature of motion, or overly is awed by it. Then the smooth coordination is tampered with. The person hesitates, perhaps falters, and may feel as if overtaken by a nightmare.

He functions in a nightly dream world in the same fashion, and only when or if you begin to distrust dreams do you hesitate or falter, or feel afraid to move, and also feel as if you are caught in a nightmare. What happens in either case is that you impede your own rhythm. You do not trust your own spontaneity of motion—but spontaneity of motion is a true order of all life, in whatever form.

Now I bid you a fond good afternoon, but know that I am present and approachable.

(I also suggested to Jane that if she began another Seth book, we do it without notes—straight Seth, with her writing her own introduction, say. I could always contribute an intro also. But this way, I said, we could publish works without delay, and stay even with our output. No more falling two or three or four years behind. Any other writing I might do could be on my own.

(“But I’m not worried about the Seven,” she said. I always work that way on those books.”)