“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(The day was warm—50 degrees—and sunny. When I got to room 330 I saw that Jane had the patches back on her right elbow and the little toes of her left foot. Not that they had broken out again—but this morning Georgia and Cathy had put them on just to protect those areas. I didn’t know whether to rip them off or not [I did take the one off the elbow later in the afternoon]. The staff had also told Jane that it looked like she may develop a sore in a new spot on a shoulder blade, so they’d slapped a dressing there too. I meant to investigate that one when I turned Jane later in the day, but forgot to. She said nothing there has bothered her.

(Then Jane told me that the night nurse, Toni, whom I’ve yet to meet, tried to help her lay on her right side last night, for the first time since she’d broken the leg. Oddly enough, the break didn’t bother Jane, since a pillow was used beneath the leg as a cushion—but, Jane said, her feet did, so she didn’t stay in that position for more than fifteen minutes. But the fact that she’d moved onto her right side at all was a help, I said, another step along the way.

(4:10. Jane started some rather restrained motions of her head and shoulders. “My hips are rotating,” she said, “but I don’t suppose you can see that.”

(4:25. Left foot, head, moving gently. “My right leg is moving, but I guess you can’t even tell by looking at it,” she said. I saw a few spasmodic motions around the knee area. Jane lay with her hands crossed on her chest. I told her the right leg was starting, and that was good. She lifted her left leg and moved the foot. “When the right foot moves, the right ankle, then I stop,” Jane said. “I shouldn’t do that.” I reminded her that yesterday Seth had said the right leg discomfort was only temporary. She moved her head and torso up off the bed a bit, then groaned: “That right foot tried to come up off the bed.”

(4:35. She made a small series of general motions. This must be a rest day, I thought, willing to let it go at that. She hadn’t even mentioned a session—but soon, she did indeed tell me to get out my paper.)

(I was surprised to learn that she had considered not telling me about her morning’s episode that brought on the blues: hydro. The situation reminded me of my wife’s strong secretive streak in her makeup—one much like mine, I thought. I also think this streak has played a large part in her “symptoms” over the years, and that each one of us ought to work hard at eliminating, or at least minimizing, that aspect of our personalities. I think this is an important point, and one I meant to go into with her, but didn’t. I’ll mention it tomorrow, Tuesday. I think that each of us can help keep the other on an even keel by talking about our hidden tendencies.

(I should note that when I say “I read her the prayer,” what I actually mean is that we read it aloud together—and have been doing so for some little time now. Jane has it memorized, though I don’t. But it’s obviously much more effective when we read it aloud together—both participating in its meaning, in other words.)