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chipmunk
cranberry
foot
juice
motions
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(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.
(Jane ate another excellent lunch. At 3:05 she started reading aloud yesterday’s session, and did pretty good, finishing it all by herself. She was through with it by 3:22, and five minutes later her feet began moving a bit. I told Jane I wanted to go over some of the past sessions with her this afternoon. Sharon came in to do her vitals, LuAnn her eye drops. Temperature was 97.1.
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(4:09. It looked liked her left arm was straightening out a bit at the elbow and it moved rapidly in a tight circle over her belly. Heavy breathing and grunting. Rest. “See the right foot? It feels like it could fly right up in the air.”
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(When Seth came through Jane’s Seth voice was the best I’ve heard it yet. It had a strong undertone, was deeper, and definitely gave me the feeling that there was a lot of potential power there that she wasn’t releasing because of the hospital environment.)
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(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.
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(And it was another sign, another step along the way, another harbinger of that fantastic energy she can tap into.)
