“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Because her teeth were bothering her so, Jane couldn’t eat what we’d ordered for lunch—turkey tetrazzini—so she substituted dry cereal. I was upset because I didn’t want her to slack off on eating, and perhaps start losing weight when she was doing so well. And we don’t even know yet when Paul O’Neill will be in to take care of having her lower teeth relined. But she ate a good lunch nevertheless.

(I’d received a letter from Tam yesterday, but Jane had trouble reading it after lunch. She had no session from yesterday to read, so went back to the one from day before yesterday—and oddly enough, did pretty well reading that one. She also had a few bladder spasms. I worked on mail. I also described to her another dream I’d had in which I did commercial artwork. This time I’d been hired to draw a comic strip featuring Tom Selleck, of the TV show Magnum, P.I. I saw the Sunday page of the strip quite clearly in the dream, several times. And each time the balloons in the first of the page’s panels were unintelligible to me, for some reason. I’d wanted Seth to comment on my first art dream, the one involving greeting cards, but he hasn’t done so yet. Jane also had a dream involving the death of Sue Watkins that I wanted a word on.

The dream representing the card with the double message can also be applied in a different manner to your painting. The dream involving Magnum showed that like a detective you are making a search—only your search is in the larger area of creativity. The dream also says that like a private eye you are on a search, but the private eye also stands for your own private eye, or your own world view, so that you are in a process of enlarging your own private way of viewing reality. Ruburt’s dream that Sue was dead represented the death of old beliefs about women writers. Those beliefs had indeed been like old good friends—only they had outgrown their purpose, and no longer apply.

Ruburt’s improvements continue, and will continue. I bid you now a fond good evening; again, I may or may not return, according to those rhythms of which I speak, but I am present and available.

(4:45. Jane didn’t particularly want to be turned on her side, but the time was approaching. After I had her situated in a move that went quite easily, I took a nap after massaging her with Oil of Olay. She ate a good supper—veal parmigiana—and I left at 7:15, after checking the TV schedule for the night, and reading the prayer with her. Margaret Bumbalo had called earlier in the afternoon and invited me over for supper.