“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(When I got to 330 Jane was lying on her left side with a pillow under her left leg, as well as the sponge between her knees. This system had been suggested by Toni, and seemed to work well, since it helped minimize the pressure on Jane’s left shoulder.

(After a good lunch Jane tried to read yesterday’s session. She had some trouble but kept at it until interrupted by Dawn, taking her temperature—97.6—and pulse. Then she finished the session, with but very little help from me occasionally, gotten a late start this afternoon because we watched an old movie that didn’t end until 3:15 PM. I worked on mail while it was running, but couldn’t help Jane with a session, exercises, and so forth until it was over. Then as soon as she’d finished yesterday’s session, she told me to get my pad ready. Seth was there.)

(4:09 PM. I told Jane I was surprised at what Seth had had to say, about her focusing on things she needn’t be concerned about. She’d mentioned her “cancel” method to me yesterday, and it had sounded okay then. I hadn’t realized she was still focusing on how she was going to get to be able to sit in a chair, however. “I don’t do it too often,” she said.

(She’d done few movements yesterday, but today she seemed to make up for it. Earlier I’d told Jane that for the first time I could see the vein crossing over the outside ankle bone of her right foot—another improvement.

(In answering my question, Jane said she knows what motions she’s making, but often pays no attention—which is good, since it means she’s letting the body do its thing in its own way. With a small inspiration, I told her that in the light of the session today she should do the same thing as far as her understanding of the roles of the conscious and unconscious minds goes. It was a good analogy—to let the unconscious mind be concerned with how she was going to be healed, and so forth.

(Now I told her that re Seth’s session for me yesterday, I’d tried using his suggestions when I went to bed, and that they worked well, in that I stopped worrying about Jane. However, when I woke up a couple of hours later, with my stomach full of gas again, I actually caught myself in the process of worrying about her. I had to get up and take soda. But I’d presented myself with a clear little demonstration that Seth had been right, and that I should tell myself that Jane was being healed, and that I didn’t have to worry. I intend to keep on with the exercise before sleeping, until the results are in. I would say to myself when I found myself worrying about her: “Jane is being healed. Forget it.”

(4:29. Now Jane began a long series of exercises involving different parts of her whole body at different times. Many of them were strong indeed, with loud grunting and panting noises. Sometimes she talked to herself. I put my hands on her left ankle and could feel the action of the bones and muscles and tendons therein as she rotated it, up in the air, with a good amount of freedom.

(4:37. Suddenly Jane began rocking her head and neck back and forth against the pillow quite violently, at the same time making a series of crying noises. Her left leg came up off the bed and pillow in tune with the head movements. “Oh boy,” she cried, “did you see that?”

(4:43. Rest. Ginger ale. Jane said that since the session today she realized she’d been worrying about three things: 1. Getting home for Thanksgiving. 2. Getting home for Christmas. 3. How she’s going to manage sitting in a chair. I said I didn’t care about the holidays, but that she shouldn’t worry about the chair bit. Let the unconscious mind do that for you, I told her. I added that no one knew how they managed to sit in a chair—all the thousands of motions, impulses, cellular actions, etc. that were necessary—unless they were a specialist in such matters. I said that such a simple action must be governed by other portions of the unconscious mind that are conscious in their own rights. She agreed.

(4:50. Jane’s left foot and leg began moving so much. up and down, then sideways, that I took away her cigarette and ashtray. Then she discovered that she can now touch the pillow behind her left ear with her left hand—something she couldn’t do even a day or so ago. I remembered when she’d considered it a triumph to be able to barely reach her left ear with her left hand. Now she can reach perhaps three inches behind the ear. Another triumph.

(Jane ate another excellent supper after she’d rested and I’d taken a short nap. We were almost through the second reading of the prayer when there came a knock on the door. It was Margaret Bumbalo, come to visit. I left. I’d read today’s session to Jane right after supper.