“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(It was another good day in spite of some irritations. The day was rainy and warm—55 degrees. No one showed up at the house to rake leaves this morning, as promised. Jane had her catheter changed this morning after hydro, following a big BM after midnight last night. She’s still getting occasional spasms, and passing some gas. She turned on her back easily, though.

(The lunch tray was late—1:40 PM—and then it wasn’t what we’d ordered. Someone had lost our menu, made out yesterday; I suspect it happened right here on the third floor. [Jane’s breakfast was what she usually gets, though.] She ate enough lunch to get full, after I’d gotten her ice cream, butter, and milk. A couple of the girls also gave me rolls, sauerkraut and hotdogs for supper this evening.

(3:00. Jane finished lunch late. Cigarette.

(3:38. Jane started reading yesterday’s session, and once again did very well indeed, after a slightly rocky start. As she read she began going faster and faster, until I was quite surprised indeed. This was her best effort yet, even better than last time. To her, her reading was “very clear, though not quite normal,” but it was fast. At times the type became quite dark, she said.

(Now Jane confessed that she had a short “crying jag” this morning while watching a TV game show. The prizes—a car, etc.—reminded her of how we used to travel, and her physical freedom to do so. She can’t do this now. Again, I told her she would be able to.

(4:00. Dawn did all Jane’s vitals; pulse 88—a bit slow, she said, since Jane’s is usually fast, up around 100, which is “normal” for her—temperature 98.1—up a little—and blood pressure, about 120 over 68, which is also very good.

(4:14. Jane’s feet were moving a little as I read a letter. “My right big toe is hot as hell inside,” she said. Circulation improving, I said. I opened the window wide, since she was quite warm. It was raining heavily, but warm.

(4:20. Grunts and groans and heavy breathing. Left foot up in the air. “It’s all right, kid,” Jane said several times to herself.

(4:30. Right arm going good in a circle, left foot moving, heavy breathing. Rest. Cigarette. Even as she smoked Jane’s left foot moved around, with the right one doing the same thing in miniature.

(Jane talked about 458 W. Water St., in Elmira, and some of the great times we’d had there. I said I had similar feelings almost every day as I drove past the place on the way to the hospital at 1:00 PM. All the windows of apartment 5 that I glimpse as I go past seem to hold a special charm for me. We spent 15 years there, after all. I told her I’m always going to park out front and just walk through the house, but I never do.

(It was getting close to turn-on-her-left-side time when Jane told me to get out my paper for a session.)

(4:50 PM. I read the session to Jane before turning her over. “That’s all good news,” I said. considerably cheered. I still felt that optimism. As I massaged her with Oil of Olay I told Jane that I’d stopped giving her body specific suggestions—say, that a hand could open up—because according to Seth’s material the body had its own order and schedule for showing improvements, and I’d become wary of giving suggestions that might conflict with that schedule. I suggested asking Seth about this tomorrow—a good question, I think.

(After getting up from my nap at 5:35 I procured the missing items from the supper tray by going to the kitchen for station A-3: milk, butter, bread and jelly. Jane ate well again. I read the prayer with her and left at 7:05 PM. It was still raining pretty hard.)