“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(As we got ready for lunch I told Jane that this morning I’d awakened stewing again—about Jane, but mostly about the long delays involved in getting the Blue Cross—major medical insurance benefits straightened out. I’d tried to counter the worries while working this morning, and had succeeded at times, but the concerns bugged me; each day I look for word in the mail, but it never comes. I told Jane that we may never hear from Blue Cross, since they’ve already turned down the claim once because the hospital was late in sending them her medical records. There have been other instances of bungling, too, not necessary to describe here. But I did go over the whole story with Jane to some extent, so she’d know what I was concerned about. I wanted Seth to comment if she had a session today.

(My questions to Seth about life and death sprang out of my hassles this morning about insurance, oddly enough. I’d been concerned about my stewing over insurance, for I didn’t want to draw negative probabilities to us. This in turn led me to speculate about probable realities in general as I drove to the hospital this afternoon.

(I told Jane that I came up with the idea—hardly original thinking, I said—that we never die even as physical creatures, until we reach a ripe old age in some probable reality. That even though we may die in childhood, and at successive later ages, each of us lives to old age somewhere. We shut out the early deaths from our conscious awareness as we move through probabilities. Of course, there has to be a physical cutting-off point somewhere along the line— but even then, I said, we may move into another life and begin all over in those terms.