“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane called last night. Margaret Bumbalo visited her just as I was leaving.

(“Seth was right,” Jane said with a smile as soon as I gave her the news. During the afternoon she said that she’d never worried about the insurance question. I think the good news may not have penetrated my psyche yet, not even as I type these lines at 9:00 p.m. After talking to our lawyer this morning I went back to work on Dreams just as though nothing had happened. However, that mixture of dread and anticipation I’ve felt every day for months when I went to the mail box should now begin to dissipate.

(I told Jane that last night I’d had another long, torturous dream in which I’d been pursued through rooms by unknown men who were after me for some unexplained reason. I always got away and hid, in room after room, but the dream was an upsetting one, like that I’d had a week or so ago, when I’d lost my way amid a series of deserted factory buildings on the edge of Elmira. I still recall that one vividly.

(Jane’s sight has improved, as well as movement in both arms and other places. I read her two letters from female scientists in California that, I thought, would cheer her a great deal, since they both stressed the value of her work. And they did help. Jane also read a couple of recent sessions herself, and marched right along through them for the most part — better than she has been doing by quite a bit.

(After I’d told her about the insurance thing, and Jane had told me about her increased motions, she added that she now felt that everything would be fine, and that she would recover. What a treat that will be!

(Jane’s Seth voice was good, with pauses.)

(Seth was almost amused and understanding at once. After the session I told Jane that he’d said more than he realized — that in the case of predictions it would be wise of us to remind ourselves that his sense of time is indeed far different than ours, that much more time could be involved on our parts than on his. This in turn had reminded me of my dream of months ago, when from the elevator tower of the hospital I’d looked out a window to see checks from the insurance company lying on the asphalt at the side of the left front wheel of the car. I’d interpreted that dream to mean that a meaningful settlement was still far away from us, but there nevertheless. I do not recall the date of the dream without checking.

(4:36 p.m. I read the session to Jane. That’s the first time Seth has ever said that we were doing that well with Framework 2, I’m sure. And in all areas, yet! Maybe we are learning some things, Jane. I love you. Sleep well.)