“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane is back to drinking cranberry juice after passing the bladder stone, but is feeling okay and no more stones have showed up. She said that when she was alone in hydro this morning she felt her right foot [of the broken leg] lift up spontaneously at the toes. The left foot moved also. No one else has noticed her new motions yet. At various times she’s also felt motion even with her head and shoulders. These are all excellent signs, I told her.

(“Boy, that right leg wants to move,” Jane said. “It could do that sideways thing like the left one, before I broke it.”

(I’d felt sad, staring down at the striped brown, black and white body, and remembered Seth’s material about how both parties in any death share the experience. The cats obviously felt no remorse at all—nor should they. It was a tiny part of “life.” I was sure I knew how the chipmunk had gotten caught: He’d squeezed under the back porch screened-in door looking for food. I kept a box of cat goodies out there to give black dog [as I call her, not knowing her name] a snack in the early morning. One of the cats had caught the chipmunk on the porch. I’d seen this happen a couple of times before.