“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane looked at herself in the mirror today after lunch — the second day in a row that she’s done so. These events are the first like them in well over a year, she estimated. They also had their humorous side, since today she barely looked at her image, then afterward told me that her hair was white. It isn’t, of course. “Well, I got that over with,” she said with obvious relief after I’d handed her the mirror not long after getting to 330. I gave her her lipstick also, which she applied without trouble.

(Jane ate a good lunch. A nurse’s aide brought us a copy of the regular menu, compared to the one for soft foods that Jane has always used, and we discovered that there isn’t all that much difference between the two.

(2:35. Jane began reading yesterday’s session, and obviously did better than she had yesterday. I helped her in some spots. At 2:50 she quit for a cigarette while on page three. Then she told me of her dream. In the first part, she saw in a mirror that she had pink beads which she tried on to see how they’d go with the blouse she was wearing — blouse color unknown. In the second part, she was on her back in bed when her right hip did something and then her legs were equal in length in her vision. She doesn’t know what she did. I said it sounded as though the dream state was giving her information on healing and motion. The leg data were especially important.

(3:20 Jane finished reading the session aloud, and did very well at it, especially toward the end. I answered mail while she had another cigarette before the session. She’d decided not to wait for people to do her vitals. When she asked me if I could sort out Seth’s book material from his personal stuff, I said it was easy — that I wasn’t concerned at all.

(3:43. One of the nurses popped in on her way home to tell us that Georgia Cecce had just been admitted to the hospital — “Down the hall, in room 307.” We’ve known Georgia, Jane’s favorite nurse, ever since my wife entered the hospital in April, 1983.

(“Every time we get on this subject something happens,” I said. I read to Jane what she’d just given so far. “Is that clear?”

(4:00. Jane had a cigarette. “He means he’ll be back,” she said. “I thought that stuff on time was fantastic. There’s something you have when you’re doing it that you don’t have when you read it afterward, when you’re outside of it. When you’re doing it you’re inside of it.”

(4:05–4:10. Lynn came in to do all of Jane’s vitals. Temperature 98. We talked about Karina, in the room on the other side of the bathroom between rooms. Lynn thinks Karina is disoriented, although some of the doctors don’t. We speculated as to why Karina has never learned any language other than Russian. Lynn said the hospital even has a list of Russian words, but that Karina doesn’t respond adequately to them — perhaps they’re poorly pronounced, say.

(I told Jane after Lynn left that she could continue with the material on time if she preferred. Resume at 4:21.)

(4:32 p.m. Jane had a cigarette. Yesterday had been one of Karina’s bad days — her worst, in fact, as far as we could tell. She’d cried out unintelligible words steadily all afternoon, until finally her voice had begun to falter and crack by supper time. It had been more than a little disturbing. At the time I’d wondered if she was on the downgrade, for I didn’t remember her calling out so steadily in weeks past. I’d thought her driving herself until she was hoarse was a late — or last — confrontation with a world that she might soon be leaving …)