“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(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 had no calls or other interruptions this morning as I worked on Dreams. The weather had warmed considerably—up to 23 degrees by the time I left for 330. Jane told me that after she got back to her room from hydro she had an excellent little experience, something like a waking dream, perhaps: She took some already cooked T-bone steak out of a refrigerator, and started eating it as she walked across a street. She’d cooked the meat the way she used to, she said. The event was quite significant, I thought, with its positive actions.

(3:20. I worked with mail a little. Then I opened the presents Sue had left us. One of them was a large, vividly colored parrot that I managed to hang from the wooden frame of the bulletin board at the foot of Jane’s bed, so she could see it. Truly a creative and original gift. In fact, Jane said, it was a more valid and true statement of reality than the other gift from Sue—After Man, by Dougal Dixon. It’s a pictorial projection of evolutionary trends 50 million years hence. At first Jane and I wondered why Sue would give us such a book, knowing our views on evolution. Regardless of that, I eventually decided that I was glad to receive the gift, no matter what Sue does or doesn’t know about evolution. It was a beautiful compendium of all of the fallacies and distortions and wishing-thinkings concerning the scientific view of evolution.

(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.

(4:00. Jane had a cigarette after I’d put drops in her eyes and fixed her glasses. Staff checked her vitals—temperature, 98.2 degrees. She seems to have left behind for a while the 97-degree range. She did want to at least try to have a session. Her Seth voice was good, her delivery rather fast.)

(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.)

(4:26. Lorrie came in to give Jane eye drops, even though I told her I’d done so a couple of hours ago. I reread the whole session so far to Jane. I also repeated that last paragraph—for as it happened both of us thought there was new material there. Resume at 4:29.)

(4:41 PM. Jane’s voice had become hoarse, yet nasal. I gave her some ginger ale. Her delivery had been good throughout the session. I said I’d like some more material on the book in question.

(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.

(I said that Seth may have already begun his next book, and if so, fine. I told Jane she had many good works ahead of her through the years, and that it was time we determined upon a system that would allow her to produce them with as little delay as possible. She seemed to agree with all of this, adding that already we had Rembrandt and the new Seven in the works.