“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane said her foot and ankle are sore, and bothered her during the night—the right one, that is—but that it feels okay at the moment. I thought it was from its recent moving, after such a long period of inactivity. The left foot and leg are okay.

(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.)

That shows, of course, that the body’s capacity for motion is still there, and can express itself. Ruburt’s intent was so strong to move away from the lighted cigarette that he ignored all impediments, and his unconscious mind beautifully followed his conscious mind’s intent.

(I’d instantly understood the import of what she was saying—that here her body had within itself all the time that fantastic ability to move. So why wasn’t she moving? I couldn’t help but be bothered greatly by this, and tried to shake off the feeling so we could get on with it. But I found it ironic indeed that that capacity was there, while on conscious levels we were trying to move an inch at a time, when we could do so by leaps and bounds as far as the body’s abilities and willingness were concerned.

(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.

(4:30. Jane fell asleep, flat on her back, mouth open, breathing loudly. I worked with the mail. Waking, she said she’d dreamed that she was home in the shower, on her hands and knees part of the time, with the water cascading upon her head. She also raised her arms above her head in a perfectly normal way as she wet her hair while standing up, she said. We hoped the dream was another therapeutic episode along the way.

(At 4:50 I turned Jane on her left side, and massaged her with Oil of Olay as I continued the dehypnotizing process. The supper tray came. I took a nap from 5:10 to 5:40 while Jane watched TV. When I got up for supper she said she’d dozed briefly and had another, briefer dream episode like the one she’d had earlier. Again, it had encouraged the idea of motion, and she was pleased.