“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Tonight at session time the small television set on its swivel arm was on, opposite Jane’s left knee. Her broken right leg [just above the knee] leaned against her left leg. The television picture was on but the sound was off. Jane had just finished a cigarette. Actually, I thought, this was almost an ideal time to try for a session in the hospital, for after supper she wasn’t apt to be bothered by staff people for some little time.

(Almost as soon as she said she’d try to have a short session, she started right in. I just had time to write the time on my pad. Her Seth voice was deeper than her usual voice to some extent, but it wasn’t loud, and I was sure no one would notice anything unusual sound-wise from the hall outside the closed door of room 330. Jane’s eyes remained open, but she took few long pauses.)

(“I like it fine,” I said. “Although it’s no fun being there alone.” It developed that Jane wouldn’t mind moving—a thought she’s mentioned before, and some time ago. I said any place was okay with me, as long as we were together, working the way we wanted to. Even 1730 Pinnacle Road in Elmira, New York. She agreed with that.

(As we talked a most interesting development took place: Peggy and Bill Gallagher visited at 7:10. Peggy brought me some homemade corn bread. Their visit was most unusual at night, and we hadn’t seen Bill at the hospital for months. They left after an exchange of the usual hospital-type visit and conversation at 7:36.

(“Well, that sure must mean something,” each of us said more than once. It was too much: Peg and Bill dropping in like that during a break in the first Seth session we’d held in almost a year. At the same time, I was afraid the excitement of the visit would interfere with Jane resuming the session. We waited to see if Seth would return—and he did, in less than a minute.

Your friends simply sensed the occasion in their own ways, for the four of you do keep in psychic communication. They simply felt that a new beginning was about to happen, and they were attracted here for that reason.

—I was going to say that I would end the session.

My purpose this evening was merely to assure you of my presence, and in particular to reassure Ruburt that the sessions could continue whenever he was willing.

(Jane said the session “felt good” while she was doing it. She hadn’t been sure Seth would return after the Gallaghers left. For myself, I felt a distinct resurgence of hope as I cleaned my stuff up after the session, and we talked while I got ready to go home for supper. I couldn’t help but feel better.

(A note added the next morning: I was especially pleased to hear Seth talk of redemption, for that’s one of the main themes I tried to explore in the essays for Dreams—redemption on many levels, even though we may not grasp what’s transpiring on a number of those levels. But more and more, ever since he gave that session, some time ago now, on redemption, I’ve come to believe that the very idea or theme of redemption may be the major path we follow in physical life.)