“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(3:25. I went down the hall to 307 to see Georgia, but she was asleep. I’d looked in while passing this noon; her bed had been empty, although two people had sat in the room talking.

(3:45. Jane began reading yesterday’s session, and did very well indeed to start. Her reading was very fast. She was interrupted by people taking her vitals — temperature 97.3. By 3:57 she went back to the session — but now her pace wasn’t as fast and sure. She said her eyes were changing.

(4:25. Now she told me how earlier today she’d imagined herself visiting Enfield Glen.^* She said she did very well thinking of herself walking and climbing around the park and the pool — but then she ended up blue, thinking of all she had to go through yet before she could do those things. “So it’s tricky as hell to do all that stuff and not let yourself slide over the edge,” she said. I said it was okay to slide over the edge, if you realized what was happening and took steps to not get carried away into a depressed mood by it. Nobody’s perfect, nor do we even need perfection.

(Karina was mostly quiet today, although sounding off at times. Jane’s Seth voice was stronger and more positive than usual, I thought, with considerable emphasis at times.)

(4:37 p.m. I told Jane the little session was excellent, as indeed it is. I thought it contained very positive and hopeful material — for some reason it really hit home. Jane was pleased too, and I reread it to her after supper.

(While we were eating the phone rang. It was John Bumbalo, our neighbor who lives across the street from our hill house. He invited me to a late supper with his girl, Lisa. I’m finishing typing this session now at 8:15 p.m., preparatory to going across Pinnacle Road. Sleep well, Jane. I love you.)