“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane had had Darvoset early this morning. I should note that yesterday she had no Darvoset at all while I was with her—a space of many hours. That in itself is a great sign, I told her. When Judy, the RN, brought the lunch tray this noon, and replaced a couple of dressings, we asked her to contact Mary and find out exactly what Mary and Dr. G had talked about, re Jane’s treatment. When she returned Judy told us that Dr. G had written an order for a different ointment than Silvadene to be used on the knee ulcer; the new ointment would help debride the wound and promote faster healing.

(After lunch—Jane ate very well—I told her about my vivid little dream of last night. In color: I’d looked out the south window of the bedroom to see Fred Kardon standing out on the lawn; he was talking to someone else who was doing some kind of work near the big pine tree that grows up over the corner of the house. Not on the tree itself. Perhaps some digging in the ground. Fred wore old work clothes—jeans and a sweat shirt, I think—and I could hear his voice clearly as he talked to the other person. I wasn’t sure of my interpretation of the dream, except that it must involve a reappraisal on my part of Fred’s role in society. “For all I know,” I told Jane, “the other guy could have been me.”