“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Sue Watkins was there when I got to 330 at 1:05 PM. The three of us had a good visit, full of jokes. Sue told us a little about the death of her father, and left presents for us, which we decided to open tomorrow. Sue doesn’t know whether she’ll end up living down here or not, from New York State.

(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.

(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.)