“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(In the mail I found a letter from Maude Cardwell — and checks totaling about $1100, to my considerable surprise. I called the two people whose phone numbers were on their checks — one of them had donated $1000. Both were quite surprised to hear from me, and I felt good talking to them and saying thanks.

(This morning after breakfast I took the car to Ron Traver’s service station — but the noise, which I’d heard when I started it up — had disappeared by then. Ron and I could find nothing wrong. In fact, the car seemed to run better than ever. He told me to keep in touch if anything went wrong. It was, I hoped, one less hassle.

(Then came the blows. At 3:20 a nurse came in to put a heparin lock in Jane’s right forearm. The lock is a stable opening in a vein for medication: Jane was to go on antibiotics. No sooner did we find that out than one of the two aides returned to take more blood — they “want all they can get,” Jane swore. The aide apologized. “I’d refuse to take the antibiotic,” Jane said, “if it wouldn’t raise such a fuss.” I didn’t know how to respond. It seemed that once again the body’s natural defense mechanisms were being interfered with, according to Seth — but then, why were we here to begin with? I didn’t want to think about it. “I trust my body a hell of a lot more than I do that antibiotic,” Jane said. Judy came in and told us Jeff hadn’t ordered the antibiotic — his wife, Olivia, who is also a doctor, had.