“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(At first I thought it was a trick of sunlight—which was quite diluted as it came through the room’s east windows—but all of a sudden I stopped to look at the painting as it sat on the shelf I’d built high up on the south wall just inside the door. For a moment I was almost transfixed—for the painting, I suddenly saw, was alive. The girl’s violet eyes stared down at me as though they would move behind their violet glasses at any moment. I stared. She stared back. And I felt life there. The flesh and hair and sweater looked alive even though they never moved. Yet I half expected them to. It was a meeting of eyes.

(I didn’t linger to confront my own handiwork, but hurried to get my stuff together and leave the house; I wanted to stop at a bank to get a book updated, and I knew this would make me a few minutes late getting to room 330. But I’d had a unique experience, and one I resolved to describe to Jane.

(It was raining gently by the time I got to the hospital. Jane lay nude on her left side with the pillow between her legs. The first thing I noticed was the better configuration of the bone in her right ankle, which was uppermost due to her position. Not completely clear yet, but better than it had been yesterday. She said she had pains in the foot at times.

The hows and wherefores cannot be handled by the conscious mind, however, but should be taken care of by the creative intelligence within his subconscious mind. That intelligence does not think in terms of impediments—and so they melt away.

(4:28 PM. It’s a great little session, I told Jane as I got ready to turn her on her side. I said that Seth’s first line, about her ultimately being able to walk, has been on my mind since these new sessions began, but that I’d hesitated to mention it. But Jane’s mobility as far as walking goes is what it’s all about, after all.