“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(First is my dream of the night before, which I described to Jane in case she had a session and Seth wanted to comment. I dreamed in color that Jane and I had moved back to Sayre, Pennsylvania — my home town — to Mrs. Potter’s old apartment at 317 S. Elmer Avenue. However, the place was more spacious, and bore elements of 458 W. Water Street, in Elmira, New York, also. I walked around the large rooms, saying to Jane, “See, this place isn’t bad at all. It’s a nice setting, we can make a go of it here.” We were in town, protected, and looking out the windows I saw more spacious yards than actually exist there. I liked the near-downtown setting, and so did Jane. Elmira is only 18 miles from Sayre.

(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.

Such experiences let you taste, again, the feeling of your own greater abilities and freedom. Tell Ruburt to remind himself again that he is free to move and to walk normally.

(“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.