“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Yesterday, Saturday, had been a quiet day for Jane. She didn’t have a session. Debbie Harris had visited the night before. Jane ate well Saturday, and did but a few mild motions with her left foot, head and shoulders, and arms. “Actually, I don’t know what I’m doing.” She dozed or napped several times while I sat beside her, working with mail. She did poorly trying to read the last session.

(We searched through If We Live Again, looking for a certain poem she’d written in January 1980, in connection with a session I’m typing for Dreams, but when we found the poem it was not the one we wanted. I answered some mail, and told Jane I’d have a session any time she wanted one. I was also curious to get some material from Seth on child prodigies, relevant to an atticle I’d just read at the house.

He did, however, use the occasions to find other creative methods of achieving the same ends. I did not want him to strain, imagining himself upright under conditions that still would seem strange to him. The imagery he did involving your old apartments is just as effective, and the other [method] will come in good time.