“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Today was even warmer than it has been — an incredible 45 degrees when I backed the car out of the garage. Wouldn’t you know it — the spring mechanism that governs the travel of the garage door broke as I was lowering the door, so that I couldn’t close it all the way. So when I got to 330 one of my first acts was to call Overhead Door and ask them to have someone check the garage door this afternoon, if possible. I gave directions and asked that a bill be sent to me. I hoped to get service today, it being Friday.

(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?

(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.)

(And when I got home tonight, my feeling of anticipation was borne out: there was a communication from Maude Cardwell. Also, the garage door had been fixed.)