“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I left work in the writing room at about 8:45 to see how Jane was doing at the card table in the living room. I’d heard her talking to herself, presumably while dreaming in her chair. She had been sleeping, I discovered. I felt guilty at leaving her alone while I worked on the preface notes for Dreams after supper. We’d had interruptions today—the plumber had had to return to again clean out the sewer line, Jane’s nurse had been here, Peg Gallagher had called, I’d taken time to write Nancy Overton a letter, and so forth.

(About the letter business: Yesterday Jane had called Tam, and learned to our complete surprise that last August Pocket Books had published a paperback edition of the second Seven book: The Further Education, etc. This was all new to us. We haven’t received any notification from anybody, don’t know if we have money coming, or what, so I asked Nancy for information. It seems our problems with communication with Prentice-Hall are getting worse by the month....

(Last night, for perhaps only the second or third time since coming home from the hospital last March, Jane slept through the night, as I did: although I woke up several times to check on her, feeling uneasy that I wasn’t putting her on the commode, etc. In addition, she slept on her left side practically the whole time—very welcome news. This is the kind of change in position she needs in order to encourage healing of her decubiti.

(Her knee movement continues to improve a bit each day, as she kicks her legs back and forth. There is now more detail visible in her knees themselves. Jane has slept in her chair now practically all day for several days. Evidently her body needs this kind of rest, what with the increased movements and so forth; I haven’t tried to get her to have sessions, thinking the obvious greater relaxation is more important, no matter how much I would like to get more information from Seth.

(Sheri Perl also called yesterday, with further news about the healer in England she writes to on Jane’s behalf. He replaces the deceased Frank Edwards, I believe, but I do not recall his name at the moment. [Added later: Harry Edwards.]

(Tonight, then, I was quite surprised when Jane roused herself enough to tell me that she wanted to have a session, no matter how brief it was. “It’s been on my mind today,” she said, but she hadn’t mentioned it to me. I got my pen and notebook.

(9:20 PM. “Now wait a minute,” Jane said as soon as she was out of trance. “I want to get anything I can....” But after a few minutes: “I guess that’s it....”

(Now Jane said she’d forgotten to tell me—but today she’d definitely felt a couple of times that she’d been psychically in touch with Sheri and the people in England. Very encouraging news. So, I think, are the results, re the vitamin therapy and our own efforts—the peanut oil massages and the cod liver oil, and so forth.

(I will now write Sheri asking for copies of all correspondence she’s had with England, both on her part and theirs, so that perhaps we can correlate Jane’s changing condition with their efforts. We may want such records later if either of us does any exploration of or writing about the whole situation.

(As far as the Sayre moving idea goes, I told Jane, I didn’t know what to think or say. The idea of uprooting our entire lives at this time seems far out—especially, I told her, when she couldn’t even go with me to look at houses. If in a couple of months, say, she is able to accompany me to look at houses, I’ll be delighted. As it is, I don’t understand how I’m to get any work done, help Jane, handle business affairs, change even my driver’s license, and move all at the same time. This, all after we’ve found a suitable place and have sold our house in Elmira on 1730 Pinnacle Road.