“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(The day was very cold — only 12 degrees at noon. I stopped at the bank to buy a check and a money order for Blue Cross and the monthly hospital payment on our old bill. When I got to 330 Jane told me about her dream, which she had not long after I left last night.

(Jane was “blue and nervous” this morning, but talked herself out of it. She ate a good lunch. I had yesterday’s session typed, and she tried several times to read it without success — even after I’d given her eyedrops, she just couldn’t do it today. I finally read the session to her, finishing at 3:33.

(Afterward, as we talked, Jane agreed to look in the mirror, which I have had available in 330 for some months. At first she was afraid to, but it went well — with only a little catch in her throat she faced herself, and did very well at it. The main point we agreed on was that using a mirror meant one less important hassle to deal with; she’d be hiding that much less from herself.

(Jane tried to read the session again, but soon gave up. I remarked that if she had a session today I’d like it to be on what we’d talked about before I left last night — her right leg, and related challenges. I also wanted Seth to comment on the last paragraph I’d written for yesterday’s session. I thought I had a good idea there, and Jane agreed. She also wants me to bring in an eyebrow pencil, so she can use that with her lipstick.

(Finally, Jane got tired of waiting for people to do her vitals, and decided to start the session.

(“Nope,” I said. Jane stayed in trance.)

There is a certain residue, in other words (pause) of fairly desolate feelings — and these are working themselves out through such expression, thus freeing the body for additional improvements. He (as Seth sometimes addresses Jane, because of her male entity name, Ruburt) progresses at a certain rate, for example, and encounters some blockages, due to doubts and fears. These are then released and expressed through tears or through a recognized period of blueness. Then the system is cleared again, and the way clear for more improvements.

(“Do you want to say something about our discussion yesterday, about changing the past from the present?” I felt that Seth was bound to agree with Jane’s version of what he’d said, rather than mine.

(4:27. A new nurse came in to take Jane’s temperature — 98.3. Karina had been yelling throughout the session — so much so that at times I’d almost missed what Seth had been saying.

(A moment later Shawn Peterson came in to say hello. I made the mistake of asking how her husband was, since I’d thought about asking yesterday, but hadn’t. Shawn launched into a long account of her husband’s latest troubles. Yesterday the two of them had spent a day at the hospital in Sayre. With the best intentions, her account reflected all the negative beliefs about illness that Jane and I had come to expect in the hospital setting. After Shawn left, I read to Jane her material from 4:25.)

(4:44 p.m. That was it, although Jane said she had more material available. It was time to turn her. The situation was somewhat frustrating, since I’d looked forward to some good material in changing the past from the present; I hadn’t wanted the question to be forgotten.

(Maybe more on it tomorrow, Jane said at last. Karina had definitely been a bother this afternoon, and she was still calling out, her voice hoarse and much weaker. I told Jane I thought she sounded like she was reliving a reversion to her childhood. The staff people had tried to calm her down at various times, to no avail. Jane said their actions made her feel bad, because it reminded her of when she’d had her own panic feelings, and people had tried to calm her down in her early days in the hospital. Now, Jane said “cancel” to herself after she’d told me her feelings.)