“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane kept complaining that her right middle ribs were bothering her this afternoon—so much so that I finally wedged a sponge under her rib cage. This seemed to help a lot. She thought the discomfort stemmed from a bandage on one of her decubiti in that region. I found out differently when I turned her on her left side after the session: For it turned out that she’d been lying upon a roll of tape that someone—Georgia or Phyllis, probably—had left lying on the bed when they changed her dressings this morning. I hadn’t noticed it when I turned Jane on her back at 1:10, for I always did this from the other side of the bed. A reddish welt had risen on Jane’s back as a result of the prolonged pressure, but she began to feel better immediately I discovered what had happened.

(Late in the afternoon Jane said she’d have a session after all—I’d thought she was going to pass it up today, since neither one of us seemed at their best. I was more than happy to get out my paper and pen at my wife’s suggestion. Her Seth voice was good, but not all that loud. The door to 330 was half-open, but I didn’t even get up to close it before Seth came through. I could hear the usual traffic moving past, or stopping outside to wait for the elevators while Seth was speaking. Jane wasn’t bothered at all.)