“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane called last night. The day was again very warm — over 50 — when I left for 330. The snow and ice are gone. I stopped at the bank to buy a check for the IRS and money orders to pay bills. This morning I’d written two letters to people who had sent us donations, I told Jane. I plan to open the account for those checks later this week.

(I do have a thing going with dentists. I told Jane that if she’d had her regular session yesterday in 330, so that I was busy typing it last night, I wouldn’t have found Babs’s note, because I wouldn’t have had the extra time after supper to go through fan mail, clean out the paper bag I carry to the hospital each day, and so on. So, why did she not have a session yesterday, the day of my dental appointment? It’s the first one Jane has missed in weeks, literally.

(Today I called Babs from the hospital and verified the new appointment. This experience follows, of course, the one I had for my last appointment, and which is on record — when I chipped a tooth and went to my dentist’s office the same day to see if he could fix it — and discovered that I had an appointment I’d forgotten about for that very same time on that same day. When I walked in Babs thought I was keeping that appointment …

(Jane didn’t eat a whole lot of lunch. Afterward I gave her a Valentine’s Day card, and a box of candy shaped like a heart. I hadn’t eaten lunch today because a nurse had said to eat there at 330, since staff was having a party. No one showed up with food for me, though, so I ate what Jane didn’t want off the tray — half a roast-beef sandwich, with mustard. Very good.

(Jane’s temperature was normal — 98.3, at 3:45. Frank Longwell visited. I tried to do some mail, but didn’t get far. Because of the warm weather, the window of 330 was open a foot, and the heat was off. Once again, when Jane had the session I became aware of traffic noise from Market Street.)

(4:47 p.m. Jane only vaguely remembered Seth’s answer to my question. I’d thought of asking it before, and should have. “I was going to ask another one, but you came out of it too quickly,” I said. I read the session to her. Then I explained that my next question was simply whether she could place herself in that state with Seth present, even though I wasn’t there and Seth didn’t speak. “If you can do it once a day, why not twice — or more?” I asked. “Make believe I’m there in the bathroom, just out of sight, or out in the hall.” I hoped this might help accelerate her healing even more. Jane agreed to try it.

(“I can’t believe that we can’t find ten minutes a day to go over that session for February 1,” I said, “even if we have to give up watching some TV. Especially when we’ve seen the program before.” We can hardly let a “schedule” interfere with such important activity. And once again I felt that it was up to me to take the initiative in such matters.