“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(The weather had warmed up to the point where we had rain instead of snow—about 30 degrees—but this threatened to create another problem—icy roads. At 11:00 this morning I’d about decided the hill was too dangerous to drive; I thought of calling the nursing station at A-3. Then the sand truck came. I checked the road half an hour later, and it seemed okay. I made the trip.

(But the very act of bringing the cake showed what the people there think of us—heartwarming indeed, to coin an original phrase. They’d all found out our anniversary date through the holiday talk, and knew we hadn’t done anything ourselves to celebrate it.

(Jane ate well, and for dessert had some cake and ice cream. At her suggestion, she tried eating same from a paper plate on her belly. She managed to eat some of it with a spoon, but had trouble also. Nevertheless, as she said, it was something she wouldn’t have even thought of a couple of weeks ago—another great sign, I told her.

(3:03. Jane started reading yesterday’s long session, but couldn’t handle it too well. I tried doing some mail, but stopped to help her, then at 3:l6 started reading the session to her. Done at 3:27.

(4:15. “More work is being done on that right elbow,” Jane said, and again began moving her right hand down past her thigh on the outside, even farther than she’d done at 3:49. Not only that, I told her, but the motions looked easier for her. The main constriction seemed to be in the shoulder area. Then Jane’s left arm did better too. Jane rotated her hands, as she used to do, though not to any great degree. Her left foot moved in rhythm.

(4:20. I tried to do mail, but was too sleepy. Jane kept making shoulder motions. She said that now that everyone was through coming in, she’d like to have a short session.)

—though I will speak but briefly.

In some worlds, your fictional characters are physically manifested as probabilities. In others they remain psychological shadows, while in others they may retain strong drives, but serve as springboards for the prime operating personality.

Now I may or may not return, according to those rhythms of which I speak, but I am present and approachable.

We have said enough, for we always leave plenty of room as the body chooses its own manifestations, but his progress will be swifter than you have imagined.

(She referred to Iran. I said I’d draw her a map of the region after supper, but never did. I explained the position that Iran is in geographically now, however, what with Russia occupying Afghanistan on Iran’s eastern border. Iran hates the Communists, but us also. “Maybe they hate us even more,” Jane laughed.)