“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(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.”

(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.

(4:45. I was just about to turn Jane on her left side when she suddenly began to reach down outside her right hip with her right hand—easily a couple of inches farther than she’s been able to reach before. She did it several times. I could feel and see the tension in her taut muscles in the shoulder, above the pectoral, and in the elbow, as they moved. But she wasn’t overdoing anything by straining too hard. Then she rested.