“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane didn’t call last night. She said Debbie Harris visited. I shoveled quite a bit of snow in the driveway last night after I finished typing yesterday’s session, and for the first time in a long while felt the old panic return. It was gone by the time I went to bed, but taught me that sometimes the old ideas and beliefs die hard. I shoveled the rest of the driveway this morning, and felt much better — although traces of the same feeling in the throat returned for a time.

(I got really mad at him, and told him off in no uncertain terms, threatening, I believe, legal action if I didn’t get that car back that he’d promised me. I got it. I saw the family with children standing to one side, quietly waiting, wearing hats and topcoats, and so forth. They were nice-looking average people. I got in my red car. End of dream.

(I didn’t eat lunch because Lynn had arranged a surprise birthday party for one of the nurses, and she invited me to share in the food. I got to 330 by 12:40, but still had to wait until the tray came at 1:30. The food was delicious. Jane and I shared it. The strawberry cake was impossibly rich and sweet, though.

(Jane and I talked about her legs, motion, and so forth as I was getting ready to leave at prayer time. She then said that she’d picked up something from Seth — to the effect that we should live each day without worry as best we could, and let the future take care of itself. I’m probably not quoting her completely or correctly here, since I didn’t write down what she told me. She can add information, if necessary, after reading this note, and I’ll incorporate it in tomorrow’s session. I’m curious.)