“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane was upset when I got to 330 this noon: Her catheter had been completely pulled out of her this morning after hydro, when Georgia and Steve had transferred her back into bed from the litter. Staff people had tried putting it back in, but couldn’t get it to drain. Before that it had worked well. “Your wife won’t be speaking to me anymore, after what I did to her this morning,” Georgia said to me as I walked down the hall to 330. A new catheter had been inserted, but that one wasn’t working when I got there.

I may or may not return, but know that I am present and approachable.

Her mind is distracted. She does not know in which world she lives. It is indeed as if she were of two minds—one dwelling in one world and one in another. She has the laws of the two worlds confused (pause), and it is as if she had use of an entire alphabet, but the letters were not in order, but out of their proper arrangement, so that it was almost impossible to read the sentences, so to speak, that have then resulted.

(I read the session to Jane. At 4:10 Teresa began sounding off—but her voice sounded muted, as though she was speaking behind a closed door. Then Jane told me that Teresa is only in her mid-50’s, and that Georgia said she’s quite rational in between her spells of calling for help. I was surprised at both statements.

(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.”

(4:23. LuAnn and Sharon came in to change the catheter just as I started to read some sessions to Jane. They had some trouble, but finally made it. They had to roll Jane back and forth while changing the chuck and the drawsheet; Jane cried—the first time I’d heard her do that in some weeks.