“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.

(Dawn came in to take Jane’s temperature—97.5—to start the daily round of vitals, at 3:30. At 4:00 Jane told me to get out my pad in case Seth came through. She began to flex her arms. She did especially well with her head and right arm, then the feet began to move. “Then my feet get hot,” she said, then exclaimed in pleasure, “Look how fast it’s going”—meaning her left big toe. Then all of her toes began to move to various degrees. Jane’s head began to lift repeatedly off the pillow. Groaning and straining, making hoarse sounds of effort, she began to struggle to move her whole body. I could see the effort travel up her left leg into the hips and her belly. “The whole body is trying to move,” I said, “as though you’re trying to move it in a dream.”

(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.”

(4:24. Once again she began noisily moving her head and torso from side to side—her best effort yet—the motion having repercussions in her belly and hips, legs and feet. I suggested she not overdo it.

(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.