“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(2:45. She began moving about on the bed. I rubbed her neck in that certain spot and her head began to flop back and forth as it has been doing. She did a lot of grunting and pushing, and had movement in her belly and hips. Then her knees wanted to get into the act, and her feet and toes.

(She kept it up at 4:06. I thought her motions might make up for the actual session today. She began lifting her head and upper torso, moving it from side to side, with new motion and considerable success. I hadn’t seen her do this for years. It was another great sign, I told her.

(4:09. Groaning and grunting and trying even harder and more loudly, Jane once again began lifting her head and torso and moving them from side to side. “What am I doing, Bob? God, what noises....”

(4:15. Abruptly Jane began flopping her head and rotating her left arm, holding the elbow up in the air, so vigorously that she cried out that she was getting dizzy. “What am I doing, Bob?”

(4:18. Now there was a general movement of head, torso, legs and feet. Jane’s whole body moved and twisted on the mattress, which flexed beneath her accordingly. She couldn’t have done this even last Monday. “What am I doing, Bob?” she asked again, surprised. “If I could just sit on the edge of the bed in a month, even.”

(4:28. “I tried to do a little bit of that bicycle thing when I was in hydro this morning,” Jane said. “I could feel it work, but I couldn’t do much because you’ve got to keep yourself balanced on that litter.... Wow, right now I feel as if I could fall over.”

(4:30. More movements of the right arm this time, and the head and neck. The arm motions were almost as though Jane was leading an orchestra. I took her cigarette and ashtray away before she knocked them flying with her rapidly moving hand. I had a sense that the arm was moving almost by itself, somewhat uncoordinated, as if searching for its role with the body, or relearning for itself what it was for, what it could do.

(“Well, take this,” Jane said after a few more puffs, after her best, most prolonged and widest-ranging display of motion so far. “I do think I’ll get a little bit after all.”)

(4:38. Jane had another cigarette before I turned her. She wants to be able to read books. We haven’t had time to start on the copy of Personal Reality I brought the day after getting the idea. “But that’s okay,” I said. “If you keep on improving like you have been, it looks like I’ll be taking the book apart a lot sooner than I thought I would—which, after all, is what we want you to be able to do: read by yourself.”