“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane had also described some excellent, very positive dreams she’d had last night, containing clear instances in which she’d been walking normally. I’d been in them. I took the dreams as a very good sign. If Seth came through, I said, I’d like him to comment on her reading difficulties, the dreams, and the two leg wounds.

(Even though she said she wanted to try for a session, later in the afternoon, when she started in Jane caught me by surprise. She lay nude on her back, having just finished a cigarette. Her Seth voice wasn’t loud, but it had a lot of quiet energy and a deeper tone that I could feel quite noticeably. We had no interruptions up until first break.)

(No sooner had I made my comments about being interrupted during a Seth session than it happened: Carol knocked on the door then came in. Jane stopped easily in mid-delivery. Carol had a name tag for my wife. Each patient is supposed to have one, according to NY State inspectors who are at the hospital this week.

(Carol left the door to 330 open partially when she left, so that hall noises entered to a greater degree. But Jane asked me to read her Seth’s last sentence, then she went back into trance.)

(From my own notes as the afternoon progressed: Seth’s material on Jane’s dreams was just what I hoped it would be—another sign that her body is awakening, and that it knows what to do and how to do it. I felt great that we were making obvious progress. “If I get improvements this time, I’ll never let them go like I used to do,” Jane said vehemently.

(I read her the prayer at 7:05, after reading today’s session to her, and the inevitable had happened, I thought as I walked down the hall on my way out: Seth had been interrupted and nothing had transpired. Just like with Rembrandt. In the hospital we put up with circumstances that we’d never have even considered at the house.)