“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Today she was much improved, psychologically, at least, and so was I. We talked off and on for much of the day, between interruptions like Rusty and Hal dropping in, my going shopping, etc. We agreed that from now on the sessions, and Jane’s own sessions, will have to come first in our lives, even before books or deadlines, so we take it from there. “Boy, it sure seems like a strange night to me,” Jane said as we sat waiting for a session at the card table at 8:27. She was restless and quite nervous, lapsing—for the first time—into periods of what approached a sleep state. “What if I try to have the session and nothing happens?” she asked. I told her everything would be fine. Part of the reason we both felt better was that we had made some decisions that offered hope: the food therapy, the sessions, etc. I really believed what I said, and still do.

(Jane was still uneasy and nervous as she waited for Seth to come through. “I feel like I could shit and burp for a week,” she laughed. “Then go to bed and sleep forever,” she added humorously. When Seth did come through her voice was quite strong, and free of tremor. With her usual delivery, and rather frequent short pauses:)