“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“You’re doing better,” I said. Jane hasn’t been able to cry, although I have the definite feeling that she’d like to.

(“I’ll tell you,” she said. Usually this means she doesn’t tell me anything. “Can you pretend that you’re getting me up in the morning, or something, for a minute?”

(I moved her in her chair over to the dining room table where we eat breakfast and watch TV. “That’s a good thought,” she said. Then: “I’m going to pretend I’m getting up in the morning. Can you turn the TV on a little?” I did—to Alec Guinness in the excellent TV movie, Smiley’s People, on channel 7. Once again I thought Jane looked like she might want to cry, but the moment passed. Now I sat on the opposite side of her, and she leaned away from me. “All I can say is, make believe you’re getting me up.”

(She’d begun repeating this refrain. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” I said, somewhat frustrated and exasperated.

(“And I’ll tell you one thing,” I said, “never again are you going to sit up like that for all of those hours. You’re going to be nicer to your body from now on. No more are you going to sit up like that. Never.”