“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(The day wasn’t bad — 25 degrees as I headed for room 330 — but a snowstorm was predicted for the afternoon. Jane was already on her back; her left shoulder had been bothering her. It was obvious that she was blue. I got the nurse to help me hoist her further up on the bed so she’d be more comfortable, and that seemed to help. I wasn’t in any too great a mood myself.

(Then Jane told me that last night Shawn Peterson had dropped the bottle of Oil of Olay, and thrown away the dispenser along with the broken glass. The dispensers are hard to find. I asked Jane why she hadn’t at once asked Shawn to save it, but when she remembered to some ten minutes later, it was too late; Shawn had cleaned up the mess and thrown it all out. For some reason this news served as a trigger to plunge me into a depressed mood of my own, which lasted for most of the afternoon. Maybe I was tired.

(I worked with mail, but didn’t feel like it, really. At 3:15 Jane started reading yesterday’s session. She did pretty well — better than she had yesterday. She was interrupted by Carla and Shawn to check her vitals — temperature 99 — and finished the session ten minutes later.

(3:50. “I need to read some of the earlier sessions,” Jane had said when I arrived, so at 3:50 she began reading the session for January 13, a good one, while I did mail. At 4:20 she gave up reading for a cigarette and a possible session, regardless of the late hour.)

(4:38 p.m. As noted, I’d wondered myself about the timing of Peggy’s visit. Until Seth mentioned it, I’d forgotten all about asking Jane to look in the mirror today. She had coffee and a cigarette before I turned her. I read the session to her before leaving at about 7:05. It was still snowing. I made it up the hill okay, but with hints of sliding around. I’ll probably go shovel at least part of the driveway after I finish this.)