“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.

(“Maybe if you’ll let me mutter on,” Jane said, with nearly a laugh. “I even have these dreams that you can wish me out into the car and take me down to those hills in Pennsylvania.... And I even wonder about the woman [Mrs. Anderson] who lived in this house, and committed suicide later—though it’s no big deal. I don’t feel suicidal, as far as I know. Although I feel very scary about doing something like yelling or pulling my hair or something like that—I don’t know—losing control, and yet when I look around our room I never fail to take note of the room and the red couch cover, and how beautiful it is.”

(2:26. We took her into the commode, but she wouldn’t lie down after going to the john. I had her back in the living room, at the dining room table, within 10 minutes. She dozed, her lowered forehead nearly resting on her hands clasped on the table top. “I’m all right,” she said.