“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Today I’d asked her if she come up with any insights on her own as to why she was still sleeping so much in her chair, even after being home from the hospital for six months. The steadily increased thyroid medication hasn’t seemed to influence the dozing at all, though we’d expected that it would in the beginning. Jane said the question had scared her, because she’d been wondering the same thing. I was afraid resistance was still involved.

Ruburt’s relaxation on the overall is excellent. It is true he needs quite constant reassurance on that point, however—for letting go is something he would not do to any extent earlier in the same fashion.

(8:29.) Give us a moment.... There are times, you see, when certain foods are of great benefit, and times when they are not. A few “natural” milkshakes with ice cream, or sodas, such as you purchase in any American drugstore (with much amusement), can be quite beneficial at times, even though they would be considered quite antinatural by the natural-food organizations. The body at times needs certain kinds of fats, and at other times does not—so when you make too many food laws (pause), then there are at least indications of the old Jewish dietary habits. So much of that you learn as you go along.

(As I told Jane today, a study of the affair would be fascinating in many ways, particularly as it would have to involve Fred’s behavior and beliefs as associated with the Seth material. I have yet to even unwrap his other manuscript, The Christ Book. Fred has it wrapped in brown paper and so much yellow string that at first I thought he’d used a rope like a clothesline as a binder.

(I was amused during the visit to learn that “two little old ladies, one who’s interested in your stuff and one who’s a skeptic,” waited in the car in the driveway while Michaellen and I talked under the porch light. She sat in one of the porch chairs while I stood up so I could move about and keep warm. Every so often whoever was driving the car would start it up so the heater would go on. But in the dark night I could see only the hood of the little car, and never the two old ladies. The car could have been sitting there running itself as far as any other signs of life were concerned. We talked so long the two ladies must have become quite impatient waiting.... Michaellen and I embraced and kissed as she said goodbye, and I wondered what her companions thought of such behavior between strangers, right out there under the light.