“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Then I looked up to see Jane reaching up to her left ear with her left hand—in a spontaneous gesture I haven’t seen her do in I don’t know when. It looked unnatural to see her do this. She was surprised too. It was another great sign, I told her. With her gesture Jane couldn’t quite reach the ear, which itched. She began to move on the bed, twisting her hands and wrists and rotating her arms. “But you will reach it,” I said, delighted. She tried again—and did reach the ear. She actually dug a bit of wax out of it with a forefinger. “I got it. I got it,” she exclaimed. Obviously, this was something she couldn’t even manage yesterday, let alone last week, say.

(Now I mentioned the idea I’d had last night, and made a note of. It was simply that I’d bring in one of the Seth books and start reading it to her a page at a time. She liked the idea. I told her to name the book, or more than one, if she wanted. I added that as soon as she could handle pages, I could take the book apart so that she could hold each page up while she read it when she was alone. I could leave a stack of them on her bed. This would give her great freedom to read by herself at any time of the day or night. It would be very liberating, I said, truly. She agreed. I thought that the way she was improving, she’d be able to work up to such a step. Also, I could take apart any book for that matter.