“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(This morning I typed the session for November 7, as I tried to catch up on the backlog of material we’ve been accumulating lately. I still felt much better, and thought that Jane did too. I didn’t get into my writing room until 10:00 this morning. Jane was quiet as she sat at the card table in the living room while I worked.

(“Youth and innocence must have been on our side, back there at York Beach,” Jane said, “when we felt so terrible. The whole thing with your eyes adds to the whole thing—I can barely see what I eat, though if I put on my close-up glasses I could.... I want to see if I can get more comfortable. Then I get the feeling that scares you even more—that you’re scared to death of the hospital, and yet you’re afraid to dismiss your doctor and say to hell with the whole bit—I must be hiding stuff, see, because I’m getting ready to cry, because the time might come when you couldn’t stand it any more, and you’d have to do it—go back to the hospital—go through it all again—then I just tell myself I’d make out again, just like millions of people....”