“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(3:05. Jane began to read yesterday’s session—and did very well indeed, even better than she’d done yesterday and the day before that. She read right along, smoothly and seemingly with little effort. Actually, I was amazed. I doubt if I could have read aloud any faster. “I’m doing my best yet,” she said, surprised and pleased. Indeed she was. I told her her reading was easily the best she’s done since coming into the hospital—and even before, at the house, though she questioned the house part of my enthusiastic statement. But she did well indeed.

(3:36. Suddenly Jane began to rotate her right arm in concert with lifting her head and neck off the bod—seemingly as fast as could be done. Once again she gave me the feeling that she—her body—was practicing control and coordination. This was all a good workout in itself. She made strange grunting sounds with her efforts, and almost violent motions.

(She worked at straightening out her left leg. “I can tell the muscles want to do it, but all of them aren’t ready yet. Neither is the right one.” But I pointed out that her right leg is already down a couple of inches. I can tell this is so by the extra room I now have to insert a sponge between her calf and thigh, to give her some support there when she’s on her back.

(4:15. After resting a bit, she could reach across her face with her left hand and with a little help from me, succeeded in touching the lobe of her right ear with her left hand. She can’t yet come close to touching her right ear with her right hand.

(7:15. “It’s me.” Jane had a cigarette. Her right wrist and arm kept on “doing stuff” as she smoked. Then at 7:22:)