“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.

(The day was warmer at about 22 degrees. This morning I’d prepared payments for insurance and the hospital. Karina is much quieter today — so far. I said I wouldn’t mind Seth commenting on her.

(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.

(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.”

(4:32 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 …)