“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(The day was a rather quiet one for us comparatively. Jane looked scrubbed and clean when I got to 330; her hair was braided, her bed changed, the room shone. She hadn’t gone to hydro this morning, so Georgia had given her a bath in bed, and cleaned everything up.

(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.

(Then Jane told me that Jan was in this morning, and told her that the ulcers were looking very good—meaning that there has been considerable improvement in them since Jane saw them last. Another good sign, I said.

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.

(3:54 PM. I told Jane the session was very good, that Seth had done an excellent little job of interpreting our dreams. Jane rested and had some ginger ale while she waited to see what would happen next.

(4:23. More head and shoulders, left foot, eyes closed, grunts and groans. Within the next few minutes Jane executed more of the same motions, and a general overall movement of her body. When I came back from going to the john she said she even kept up her motions “in miniature” while I was gone.

(4:40. Left arm rotating, head and shoulder side to side again, then the right arm rotating. Toes of both feet moving to some extent, although today the right leg has been pretty quiescent. “I always get hot when I do all of that,” Jane said. I opened the curtains—it was now approaching dusk—and turned on the blower. The window was already opened as wide as it would go.

(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.

(And tonight, Jane called, assisted by Cathy, as I was typing this material at 9:53 PM.)