“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I described an excellent dream I’d had last night. Once again in brilliant color — one of those you keep returning to. Jane and I had moved back to 458 W. Water Street, only now the house was much bigger than it really is, had many more apartments in it — they were all in good shape, with numerous stairways connecting them on a split-level layout. They weren’t closed off from each other as apartments usually are, so that the numerous tenants could have free interchange with each other if they chose to. But when I wanted to be by myself to paint, I had a corner studio I could retire to where I could work in privacy — a very nice room. Jane was very active and healthy, walking about normally. In the dream I was involved with painting, but not writing.

(3:16. Jane started reading yesterday’s session, and did fairly well, better than yesterday, I thought. I did mail. She began to have trouble getting through the session, but finished by 3:30, doing better towards the end.

(Carla interrupted our conversation to check Jane’s vitals — temperature 98.4. During our talk I noticed that it didn’t take my wife long to begin reacting emotionally to my questions, which I thought were innocent enough — but it was apparent that the subject matter of our conversation had an emotional charge for her. One of them, I thought, probably related to her symptoms if one traced it back. In fact, I was sure of it. However, after she realized what she was doing, Jane seemed to take my questions in stride, and even volunteered a lot of information I hadn’t asked for.

(4:20. Jane asked me to rub a certain spot on her left temple. Finally, when I withdrew my finger, she suddenly cried out and her head dipped quickly to the right. Some kind of muscular release had taken place, quite unexpected. She cried out several times and appeared momentarily dazed. She asked me to rub the equivalent spot on her right temple, but before we got any results a nurse came in to say, “I’m making my 4 o’clock check a little late. Do you want anything?”

There was a greater and greater body of knowledge to be transmitted as physical existence continued, for they did not transmit private knowledge only, but the entire body of knowledge that belonged to the group or tribe as a whole.

Now I may or may not return, but know that I am present and approachable, and that I have again quickened those healing processes that are leading toward Ruburt’s full recovery.

It was an excellent reaction. He knew instinctively what pressure points he wanted you to touch. These are important points in the body that accentuate energy, but can also absorb stress. Touching them as you did releases the stress — and Ruburt felt lighter-headed in response. Such events also release other portions of the body as the effect reverberates, so to speak.

(4:40 p.m. I thanked Seth for appearing. Jane had some ginger ale before I turned her on her side. I didn’t note it in my dream account earlier here, but I’d described to Jane how I’d asked whoever owned 458 W. Water Street these days how much our rent would be. I did this several times, but received no answer. I expected it to be good, and was afraid it would be high. Seth hadn’t commented, and I didn’t ask him.)