“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(When I got to 330 this afternoon Jane pointed out to me that she wore no dressing on her right elbow or the little toes of her left foot. I must admit I hadn’t noticed as I got her ready for lunch. But the skin of her elbow looked much improved, much more normal. This is the result of the changes I’d begun to notice when this group of sessions started on October 9—less than a month ago. Remarkable, I told her, and I sincerely hope it’s a sign of many more good things to come.

(3:39. She began some exercises. Her left foot and leg went up in the air, the foot rotating quite freely. “When I do that, that’s when the right foot wants to, too, and that’s when it starts hurting. I felt her right leg; the whole thing was tense and hard, from close to the groin on down. I massaged it a bit until she told me to stop. I said I supposed the leg was tense so as to serve as a sort of splint for the broken bone near the knee.

(3:43. More head and left leg and foot motions—rather strong. “It’s safe. It’s all right,” Jane kept saying. At 3:50 Cathy came in, then Carol. Temperature—96.6. BP 112 over 60. Finally Jane told me to get out my paper and pen. Seth was around.)

(4:05. “It’s me.” Jane said after a pause.

(I’d been upset and encouraged at the same time by the cigarette episode Jane had described to me just before the session. It seems that last night the nurse—Dawn? —had accidentally dropped the lighted cigarette, and Jane had jerked her legs out of the way to avoid being burned, or to avoid the threat of injury. “You never saw me move so fast in your whole life.” she’d said. or used words to that effect.

(I tried to explain to Jane that fear on conscious levels was what was holding her back. That Seth was right: The body was perfectly willing to move, and knew how to do so, if it was allowed to do so. “Maybe it was my ulcers that kept me from moving all that time,” she said.

(4:42. “It’s me.”