“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(4:33 p.m. “That makes that a pretty good little dream, then,” I told Jane, for in the dream she, too, had been fully recovered. Jane did remember my telling her about the dream earlier this week. Then she said, her voice breaking, “It wasn’t until the other day that I really realized — felt — just how far I’d strayed from normal motion, or life, after all this time. Now I want to get back to it so bad. I just have to use it, instead of letting it — life — use me …”

(I read this session to Jane after supper. She then admitted that she’d become frightened today because she’d been coughing up mucous occasionally. And she became even more frightened after the session. I was frightened by her reactions — appalled that after all we were trying to do, she still reacted to something beneficial — the coughing — as something to be scared of. The implications took my breath away, and I became depressed with thoughts that I didn’t see how she was ever going to make it, ever going to break that cycle of fearful response to the world and her place in it, her fear of being attacked, of life itself. I wondered what we’d been trying to do all of this time.