“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(At the same time, I was discouraged by the reading thing, although I felt it was connected to Jane’s right leg troubles—the break and the drainage. She’d told me today when I got there at noon that a second drainage spot had opened up on the leg wound, underneath, and that it too was draining. I’d noticed a different type of bandage on her leg. I hoped the second spot marked an effort on the body’s part to increase its speed of healing, and told her this.

(Jane also said she likes my word, “dehypnosis,” which I’d mentioned in the last session. I explained what I meant by it. I also went over the two previous sessions in this new batch with her. Her eating had improved considerably also since the sessions began, although I’ve seen indications of this before the sessions started. She finally managed to read portions of yesterday’s session, on a second try. And all the time she kept rotating her arms, like a children’s game. The flexing of the joints in her shoulders was especially noticeable—they moved like they were made of rubber, I told her, and she agreed that they felt fine doing this.

(4:29 PM. It was time to turn Jane on her left side, facing the window. She wanted me to read her the session later.

(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.

(We ate supper after I took a nap. Her improvements kept up in rather spectacular fashion—for after supper she was able to rotate and flex her arms and shoulders even better than before. Once again, it was strange indeed to see my wife able to move her body in such a free fashion. Each time she’d rotated her arms this afternoon, she’d done it better than the time before, I told her. I tried to encourage her all I could. I felt surges of hope, and I could tell that she was pleased too.

(“But don’t bother telling anyone—doctors or anybody else—about any of this,” I said. I was trying to avoid both disappointment and unnecessary confrontations. If her changes keep on, they’ll soon become obvious to all. It’ll be interesting to follow that course of development, I commented. I couldn’t wait. My faith in the body’s innate abilities was reinforced. I had a thousand questions and things to say—but all in good time. “I wonder what we’ll have to show tomorrow?” I asked Jane as I made ready to leave.