“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(The day was again warm — 42 — when I left for 330 at noon. Jane had just had her dressings changed when I got there. She’d gone down to hydro at 10:30, and it had taken all that time to get through the routine. I told her to refuse to go if she thinks she’s going to have to wait long periods, but I can’t see her doing that, I guess.

(She ate an average lunch. I described my very vivid dream of last night. It was most exhilarating. I dreamed I was jogging along a country road beside the Chemung River on the way toward Sayre. The road was similar to the old river road we used to drive. I wore shorts and a sweatshirt and had white hair. I was amazed and delighted at the smooth, effortless way my body was performing as I ran, especially for one my age. I really enjoyed the freedom of motion, of strength, running in the sunny summer air.

(I knew I’d been imprisoned, and that I was now free. Also that behind me, not too close, ran a police van, with several cops in it checking up on me. Every so often they came closer, but didn’t interfere. And across the river at one spot, I saw a large group of men romping or working on the bank — I think they were still incarcerated. I waved to them as I ran past, opposite them.

(I told Jane that I thought the police in the dream meant that I’d left behind me old imprisoning beliefs, that I was now running free of those beliefs. Also, the group of men across the river represented old beliefs of mine that I’d discarded. I added that if I had the time I’d like to do some jogging now, since I have an ability and love for running.

(Jane wasn’t at her best. They had taken her temperature this morning, and it had been 100.1. I asked her why it was up again, but she didn’t know. They take it each shift when it’s high. I rang for some ginger ale and ice, since the girl who’d promised to bring it an hour ago never showed up.

(2:55. She started reading the key session for February 1. Again she did well. After that we seemed to let time get away from us, watching TV and so forth. I did a little mail. We went over parts of a long letter from Sue Watkins, but Jane couldn’t read it. She was discouraged, I could tell, and I wasn’t at my best either. Jane spent a lot of time waiting for people to do her vitals, then finally decided on a session.)

Your dream was indeed an excellent “omen.” You were escaping from the jailhouse of negative beliefs, and you were delighted with the new easy motion of your body, once you had been released.

The feeling of buoyancy is a delightful sensation that is experienced, of course, by all children. The dream was meant to remind you of that inner and outer buoyancy and freedom.

(4:30 p.m. I hadn’t expected the quick ending to the session, since I’d thought there were some rather important topics Jane could have discussed, such as the reasons for the temperature increase. She showed no signs of wanting to, though, so I didn’t press the idea on her. On my way home at 7:10 p.m., I wished I had, and realized that I hadn’t been much help to her at a time of pretty obvious distress. Once, when I’d been massaging her, she’d started to talk about the high temperature, but I’d been distracted by the tense way she was holding her body and had cut her off. Maybe we can do better tomorrow.

(4:33. A gal took Jane’s temperature, and it was again at 100. “Oh Jesus,” Jane muttered, but said little else, beyond saying that she didn’t want antibiotics. I felt sure the temperature was connected to the session for February 1, though I couldn’t say why.