“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane said Georgia Cecce was in to see her this morning, and to borrow another pack of cigarettes. A nurse by the name of Gaye washed Jane’s hair this morning; I told my wife it looked good. Jane looked in the mirror and didn’t agree, although she did admit that her hair wasn’t white, but gray and white. Jane went through the motions of smiling into the mirror, after she’d put on lipstick. Gaye had darkened her brows with the eyebrow pencil earlier this morning.

(After lunch Jane told me that she’d had a new catheter inserted at about 3:30 this morning. No trouble. But she needed the new one after the new girl on the floor had pulled it loose several times while taking care of her. No hydro this morning.

(Jane, with Carla’s help, tried to call me twice last night, but I didn’t get back to the house from John Bumbalo’s until about midnight. We had an excellent supper. I woke up stewing around 3:00, and got up for about an hour before returning to bed. The pendulum told me I was fretting about losing time on Dreams.

(2:50. Jane began reading yesterday’s session, and did quite well. She was done at 3:05 after a good read. She had a smoke while I tried to concentrate upon mail, but I didn’t do well. I was sleepy.

(From 4:00 to 4:07 people came in to take her vitals — temperature 99, up a bit, but Jane felt okay. I was beginning to think she wouldn’t have a session when she told me to get my paper.)

It would be a good idea once or twice for him to remember the Jungle Gym (in Webster, New York where my younger brother Bill and his family live), and the first time he remembered faltering in a physical fashion. If he can, then have him imagine himself not faltering, but continuing on. In that way he also repairs the past. If he has difficulty with the exercise, however, then let it go, but continue with the safety suggestions.

I may or may not return, again according to those rhythms of which I speak — but know that I am present and approachable.