“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I massaged Jane with Oil of Olay after I turned her, took my nap, checked the TV programs for the evening, said the prayer with her, and left at about 7:05. Margaret Bumbalo had asked me over for a drink when I got home, but I was in no hurry. “I do have a lot to be thankful for,” Jane said, and I agreed. “And let’s look forward to what we’ll have next Thanksgiving,” I said, as I kissed her good night.

(4:41 PM. “It’s me.”

(“The reason I asked that question is because I started wondering if you were up to your old tricks again—stewing about things,” I said. “Especially without telling me.” Jane didn’t agree or deny that she’d been worrying. “Well, it seems like you must be doing it,” I said. “That sort of thing simply must go—we can’t afford to have such thoughts any more, they’re too destructive. I don’t want you falling into that old trap of worrying all by yourself—we just can’t have it. And all of this applies to me as much as it does to you, in case you think I’m setting myself up in a superior position.”