“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Yesterday we received from Hal Williams of Lancaster, PA, three medications he had promised to send: a baby cream, a calindula flower extract for use on Jane’s decubiti, and a powder—also I believe based on the calindula—for her to take at 12 hour intervals for blue fingers, if any. Dissolve the powder in one-fourth of a glass of water and take a teaspoonful at 12-hour intervals.

(I gave Jane the dosage last night and this morning. This afternoon as I was changing her dressings, the little finger of her left hand began to turn darker as she lay on the bed. She didn’t tell me this or show it to me until I had wheeled her back to the card table. She said her position, lying on her side, had something to do with it. [The irony of it is that her left middle finger looks much better now. Jane wondered if the flower extract had anything to do with the little finger acting up; its color was mildly dark compared to the middle finger’s original dark blue appearance. But if the powder affected the little finger, why hadn’t it also bothered the middle finger?

(Jane tried not to panic. I was flabbergasted and amazed and depressed all at once. At her request I began massaging her back the way Hal had showed me, from the top of her head to the coccyx. It seemed to help a great deal, Jane said. At least the little finger grew no darker. Jane said she felt the same muscular activity in her back, hands, arms and legs that she had when the middle finger began turning color. I massaged her for half an hour. The little finger turned no darker. We also soaked the finger briefly in warm water. Finally I took a nap.

(After supper Jane asked me if I agreed with her decision not to call Dr. Kardon, when I hadn’t thought of doing so to begin with—especially in light of the high bill we’d received from St. Joseph’s to begin with, for the last finger episode. Such a series of tests was inconclusive, to say the least, and we haven’t heard from Dr. K. since seeing Dr. Sobel the following week at the emergency room. I could only think that whatever we were going to succeed in accomplishing in the whole affair—if anything—certainly wasn’t going to be done easily.

(I asked Jane if she wanted to have a session, since I couldn’t think of anything else to do or say. She agreed, but I wasn’t sure if she could compose herself enough to bring it off. I got the notebook and my pens.)

(8:40 PM. “Boy, I could tell those lapses were really long,” Jane said. She’d dozed several times. Once she’d spoken a few unintelligible sentences while doing so. “Funny,” she said, “but I could tell at the end that he could say a lot more about those lapses.”

(It’s Sunday morning as I type this. Jane’s little finger is slightly darker than last night, but still nowhere hear as dark as her middle finger had been.)