“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Debbie Harris visited Jane last night. When I got to 330 this afternoon Jane told me about an excellent dream she’d had last night. It involved her putting on blue jeans and a belt, and rolling on the bed to get the jeans on the way she used to do. The belt was her old favorite. Jane also described to me how she negated some poor suggestions a couple of the people who take care of her had made this morning, concerning a couple of her bedsores. She told herself to forget it, that the decubiti could heal themselves perfectly well.

(Jane had an excellent lunch. At 3:30 she began to have a lot of new motions in her neck, rotating her head much more freely from side to side than she’s been able to do so far. It helped the whole back, I said. Her shoulders raised and moved better also. Jane was moving her arms and hands to some extent during lunch. Her toes have been moving also, she said.

(3:50. At her request I put my finger on a certain spot high up on the back of Jan’s head, where the muscles from the neck join the skull—and suddenly her head began to flop forward then jerk backward at an almost alarming rate, so fast did it move. I doubt if I could have done it much faster. Her head felt weightless beneath my finger, I told her, and she said it felt weightless to her, too. “That was fantastic,” she repeated over and over. She couldn’t imagine moving faster under any circumstances. “This really gives me hope,” she said. “I think all of this is part of the session today” —a good point. I lit a smoke for her at 3:55. She continued her head movements at a more moderate pace; I asked her not to overdo them. “I know I can have a session, so we’ll wait a bit to see if people are going to start coming in or not....” She talked again about how good it felt to move her head that way.

(We got tired of waiting for others to come in. Jane’s Seth voice was firm but not terribly loud.)

(Her progress is excellent now, but home in two months? I said I thought it was okay to have such thoughts, but one didn’t need to fasten upon them. Letting nature—her body—take its own course was just as good a way, I told her. And who knows—we might be very pleasantly surprised....