“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(To leave St. Joe’s I had only to sign a slip of paper promising payment, but we don’t know what the bill will be or when we’ll receive it—within a few days, I suppose.

(Tonight’s session started later than usual because of a mix-up in communications between us: I thought Jane was too groggy after supper as she sat at the card table in the living room, so I went to my room to work on the intro for Dreams—whereas she was waiting for me to come out and sit with her to see if we’d have some sort of session. Her impression was that we’d do this each night, so I must be wrong here. On Friday after she came home I’d said it was vital that we have sessions in order to try to find out just what events had triggered the whole event of her latest illness from the very beginning. I’d added that if we didn’t learn to think positively and have faith—even blind faith—we’d be truly lost. It’s the only way we’ll ever get rid of the medical establishment, I believe. She agrees. But I really wanted to know what had set things off. I still think Janet’s troubles are rooted in resistance, I said, massive resistance, and that the latest rounds were triggered by the publication last year of God of Jane and Mass Events. I was hoping for something on all of this, this evening.

(As we waited now to see what would develop, Jane said several times that she felt really strange. She’s had added motion in her arms and elbows and wrists especially, and these are related to the finger blockage, she maintained. I doubted if we’d hear from Seth tonight. “I don’t know which this’ll be,” she said. “but it’s a therapeutic session....” Then she began speaking, or dictating, on her own:)