“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Second: At 5:30 I went to the restroom off room 330. While in there, the sum of $20,000 popped into my head as I idly thought very briefly about our friend, Maude Cardwell. In fact, I’d almost forgotten I’d written a letter to her last week. I didn’t try to pick up anything more. “I don’t know whether the $20,000 represents all we’ll get from donations — the fund — whether it’s from one person, is a start of something larger, or what,” I told Jane. But I wanted her to know my impression just in case.^* She was about to have supper.

(Third: At 6:10, as I began feeding Jane, the thought of Steve and Tracy Blumenthal crossed my mind quite definitely, without being terribly intrusive. Here too, I hadn’t been thinking of them — had forgotten, in fact, that the day was Sunday, when they usually visit. I suddenly knew they were going to call the hospital. A few seconds later I heard high-heeled footsteps in the hall, coming around the corner, approaching 330. A woman we didn’t know knocked, then came in to tell us that Steve was on the line, and wanted to visit Jane this evening. Jane said okay — after 8:00 p.m. I told Jane I hadn’t even had time to tell her of my impression before the woman — who perhaps was a volunteer answering the phone — came to us. In other words, I’d picked up the fact of the call while the woman walked toward us and I heard her. It’s possible, I speculated, that the very sound and rhythm of her footsteps helped trigger my conscious realization of the call from Steve.

(4:18. Diana, an RN, came in to see Jane’s hair, which she’d thought had been cut. Jane had forgotten to tell me, but someone from downstairs had wanted to cut Jane’s hair this morning, but then couldn’t because of a clash of schedules with Jane going to hydro. Jane had canceled the deal. I read her the material she’d just given.)

Today Ruburt experienced a small-enough, but still potent enough, recurrence of those ideas. It is very important that they be recognized when they appear. For now, often that recognition alone can clear your thoughts and mind.

(“You’re saying that to some extent at least, he still feels that he isn’t free to move and walk. I’ve thought of this several times myself lately.”)

(“Well,” I joked, “at least you did something useful today.” She had a cigarette. The supper tray came. As we talked before I turned her on her left side, I said that I felt she still did not feel entirely free to walk, that something — some beliefs, or set of them — still held her back. I’ve been conscious of this feeling of my own for some time, and have thought of mentioning it at times. I didn’t want to overdo it, either.