“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(The day was warm—over 45—and sunny. This noon Paul O’Neill left me at the house Jane’s new lower teeth, so I could take them to her. He’ll check about the uppers later.

(In the hall outside the emergency room I met Fred Kardon, who asked me how Jane is doing. Without being specific, I said that generally she was doing better in all departments. “I haven’t heard from any of the nurses,” Fred said, meaning he’d received no negative reports. He wanted to know how the ulcer on Jane’s knee was coming along, and I said very well. Fred stressed that it was important that Jane drink as much liquid as she can. I promised to tell her. He said he’d be up to see her one of these days.

(Jane tried the new teeth before lunch, after I’d turned her. At first they seemed awkward, and wouldn’t stay down, but she seemed to quickly adjust. She began speaking better, and ate well. In the beginning they clicked like the old ones had, but I noticed as the afternoon passed that this audible sound seemed to disappear.

(2:30. Georgia, Jan, and myself saw the orderlies take Susie on her stretcher into the elevator on their way up to the operating room, for her knee operation. I told Jane.

(3:30. Just as we’re ready to begin some sort of working activity, Wade Alexander visited. He looked well, and seemed genuinely happy to see us. He had a class of school kids in town. He left at 3:55. Afterward Jane and I agreed that his visit was hardly accidental. His positive approach to the tape-business deal with Steve and Tracy answered some of our own questions, as well as those concerning possible conflicts over tape ownership. I told Jane his decision to visit might save us a lot of time later. She agreed. We anticipate no problems in that area now.

(Wade, incidentally, told Jane without being asked that she looked much better than she had the last time he saw her—before last April, when she came into the hospital.

(4:00. Jane began reading yesterday’s session, and did very well, considering the new teeth. After Cathy took her temperature—98.1—Jane told me that she could now reach farther under her right leg with her left hand than she could yesterday, even. She realizes that she lays tilted up at an angle in bed, and that if she lay flat she couldn’t reach as far down toward her legs, but even so, signs indicate that her elbows seem to be flexing more.

(Jane had a new catheter inserted this morning, by the way, and now she had some spasms and gas while reading the session. She was also interrupted by Lorrie, taking her pulse and blood pressure. I worked with some mail and Jane finished the session in quite good style at 4:16.

(4:35 PM. “I knew he was going to say that about water,” Jane said, “when I wanted to hold the session. Well, I’m going to try and drink a lot more than I have been.” I added that the session ought to be “enough incentive to tank up on the stuff.” She agreed.

(The matter of fire ants had come up when we watched the TV show, In Search Of at 2:30 this afternoon. It had featured the explosive growth of fire ants, up from Brazil in the 1930’s, and now threatening to spread over most of the United States. I had many questions, ranging from the consciousnesses of the ants involved, and their right to life, as opposed to the “destructive” view taken of them by farmers, scientists, and so forth in the conventional sense. I also saw correlations between the spread of the fire ants and the spread of the “killer bees” —also up into this country from Brazil—at the same time. I suspected Seth could tell us a most fascinating story here. I was ready for it at any time, I told Jane. I suppose my readiness was at least partially founded upon the idea that it would be a good thing for Jane to speak through Seth about other matters occasionally than her symptoms and related topics.

(She did drink more water, and I hope she makes this a part of her daily routine, even when I’m not there. After the session she did go into some motions, mostly involving the upper portions of her body—the head and shoulders off the pillow and mattress, side to side at times, once in a while rather strong, with noises and increasingly heavy breathing. The left foot moved once in a while, the right one seemed quiet comparatively. Jane said there was motion in her hips also.

(I should note that we had the heat turned on in 330 last Tuesday—but that Jane hasn’t used it very much.)