“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(There was some water in the cellar last night from the steady downpour of yesterday. I mopped some of it before the old mop went to pieces, so I must buy a new one. It rained part of the night, and a bit more this morning. It was very warm again — 42 degrees — as I left for 330.

(It was 4:20 before either of us realized it. I tried doing mail, without getting anywhere. At 4:30 I rang for an aide, since the medicine bag was empty on its pole at the head of Jane’s bed. As we waited, Jane decided to go ahead with the session. “I’ll try to keep my voice down,” she said. The window had just been closed: I’d been bothered by traffic noise as I tried to read to her. Her Seth voice was indeed on the quiet side.)

(4:50 p.m. Jane said Seth “could have gone on and on.” I regretted the lost opportunity. She said she’d tried to reach the platform Seth had described in the last session, and as I’d suggested she try to do, but with limited success. Yet she’d achieved something, so it was worth keeping on with for a while, I said.

(Jane had another excellent episode of increased motions in both arms and hands as I was getting ready to leave, and in her feet also. I encouraged her to keep it up even if she was alone, and if she called tonight, to give me a progress report. I love you, Jane.)