“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(On her regular Friday-afternoon visit, Peggy and Jane and I waited for Roe, who was scheduled to visit—but Roe, mysteriously, never showed up. Could she have picked up some sort of message from Jane and me? We don’t know. When Peggy came on Monday afternoon. Roe didn’t show up either, and Peggy didn’t mention it, nor did Peggy dwell on Jane’s bedsores. In some strange way it was as if the whole episode, with its obviously negative implications, never had even been mentioned. I didn’t ask Seth to comment, but should have.

(10:49 AM. Jane’s voice had been quite good. She’d sat with her head down for much of the session. Pauses as usual. Both of us were encouraged. Yes, thank you, Seth. I still felt that surge of expectation and energy, as though we had somehow turned a corner in probabilities. I was keeping the blessings of Framework 2 in mind.

(I had a lot of typing to do. I read the session to Jane. I also stressed how important it was for us not to be bothered by, or even respond to, any negative suggestions unwittingly given by the nurse, Peggy.

(And in his own way, Seth finally did give us some material on the bedsores. It was much better than I’d dared hope. I feel good about it, and know that Jane will too when she reads the session.)

(Jane replied that her condition bespoke a generalized relaxation—which was beneficial, of course. I hoped it would lead to increased mobility, at least. Her head kept dipping down and I kept calling her, and she kept telling me that every time I did so I interrupted her when she was “getting something.” To me it looked as though she was falling asleep each time. I stopped badgering her. Then:)

(Jane’s delivery had been sporadic in an odd way, her Seth voice subdued, making me feel that she could lose the session at any moment by slipping off into sleep. She put her glasses on, telling me that she’d felt my concern during the session. I said I was hoping she’d be able to continue for at least a little while. I lit a cigarette for her. We waited. “I’ll do what I can,” she said, taking off her glasses. She was still smoking.

(8:56 PM. “Well, you got something,” I said to Jane, almost laughing. “Had quite a time there, didn’t you?” It was amazing, how much better I felt now than when I’d written the notes for yesterday’s session [Sunday, the 7th]. “Anything you want to add?”

(“Yeah, in a minute,” Jane said. But that was it. I read the session to her.

(This could be quite important: Several times later during the evening, Jane told me that she felt like she was on her feet, with the safety of the chair close behind her when she wanted to sit down. Very encouraging psychological signs, I said, adding that I hoped they were harbingers of future developments.)