“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(3:45. I pressed the call button for help about the catheter. I should add that throughout all of this mix-up Jane was quite upset; I could pick up from her attitude the old feelings she’d had at the house, whenever her symptoms got worse. In some fashion I knew she shouldn’t be reacting that way.

(4:15. Jane did a few cautious shoulder movements. “They still feel like satin,” she said, but she was careful not to move too much so as not to make the catheter leak more. “I’m tempted to tell you to move all you want to,” I said, “and forget the catheter.” I was reminded to tell her that in reviewing many of the personal sessions we’d had at the time Seth was also delivering Dreams, he’d stressed over and over again that each time her body had tried to heal itself, with sore muscles resulting, Jane had tightened herself back up. She had consistently misunderstood the messages her body was giving her. “If you’d paid attention to those messages, and gotten over that hump,” I said, “you might not be here now.”

(I did got to a cocktail party the Leahys had invited me to after all. There was enough snow when I left the hospital to make me take it quite easy driving home. It was 20 degrees when I got up this morning, and three hours later as I type this record it isn’t much warmer.)