“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane had an excellent lunch. While she ate I told her several times that I had a feeling of anticipation, as though I had something I wanted to tell her, but couldn’t recall it. Only I hadn’t forgotten anything. At times the feeling was rather strong.

(We watched In Search Of from 2:30 to 3:00, and the program reminded me of a number of questions I’d thought of at various times. The program dealt with the atom-bombing of Hiroshima, Japan, and the after-effects, such as cancer. My questions had to do with the consciousness that must reside within, or make up, radiation, and why that type of consciousness was so virulent that we humans couldn’t tolerate it. Yet we’d created it, in ordinary terms. The same with a disease like cancer, I told Jane. Why did we create it when we couldn’t tolerate many forms of it?

(I went on to tell her of my idea that arthritis, for example, bridged all historical gaps and cultures, and that its origin — I think — lay in the individual’s reaction to fear of motion, for a multitude of reasons. Jane seemed a little surprised at this idea. I said I’d felt it to be true for some time, meaning years.

(3:00. Jane began reading yesterday’s session — it wasn’t her best effort by any means, but she managed to get through it with a little help from me. She finished at 3:20, doing better at the end. I worked with mail.

(Jane told me she was a little surprised that Maude Cardwell hadn’t answered my letter of a couple of weeks ago by now — but I said I thought things were proceeding as all of us wanted them to, really. After all, I hadn’t given Maude our phone number — though I plan to — and we’ve maintained a distance from her and others who have offered help. If we behave that way, we can hardly expect others to act differently toward us.

(By 3:55 Carla had taken Jane’s temperature — 98 — and Shawn her blood pressure and pulse. At this relatively early hour, Lynn came in to give Jane her eyedrops after which my wife said she was ready for a session.)

(During the last paragraph the fire alarm bell began sounding by the elevator door outside Jane’s room. The strange ringing was most distracting, and I thought it would never stop, yet Jane remained in trance, and continued dictation around a few pauses.)

(4:35 p.m. Jane had some ginger ale and a cigarette. “Well, he’s going to cover those questions in the book,” I told Jane — “about radiation, the consciousness involved with it, and with things like cancer. It ought to be fascinating, unique stuff.” And, I thought, I had to start a page of questions and keep it with each latest session so I didn’t let them get away from us.

(After supper I read to Jane the passages from the session of the day before that Seth had referred to. They’re very good.