“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Today we resumed the vitamin and cod-liver-oil therapies, which we’d let go last week, in the face of what I had taken to be Jane’s resistance. That had made me angry: I felt that it at least offered an avenue of exploration, that perhaps we could use it as an avenue for changing beliefs. Characteristically, she didn’t ask to resume it herself; I did this morning. I felt it offered hope, simple as it really is, and I couldn’t figure out what she was going to do without hope—without the sessions, without using her own abilities, without accepting some kind of reinforcement from anyone else.

(“I never had any doubts that way,” I said. I told her I thought there must have been many times, or “openings,” in these past months when she could have had a session. That we didn’t do so is part of the problem, of course. Personally, I had been alternately angry and not caring because of our lapses, when we had avenues of help available that few could rely upon, yet hadn’t bothered to use them.