“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane didn’t call last night. This morning I took the cats to the vet, with far less trouble than I had feared. Yet last night I’d slept poorly, waking up to wonder how I’d make out trying to get them into the carriers for the journey to the veterinarian in Horseheads, which is a small community very close to Elmira. To me, they already seem better tonight, although they’ve each had but one pill for the itching.

(So much time passed this afternoon that I thought Jane had passed up a session, but finally, after we’d talked some more, she said she wanted to have a short one. She’d become upset as the time passed, for our conversations more and more stressed the fact, without our overtly laboring the point, that our situation is, in our minds at least, rather hopeless. She didn’t know whether she could have the session, or dredge up anything that might help.

At one level Ruburt did allow himself to participate in a very difficult health situation. There were many questions he asked himself about his mother’s condition in particular (Marie is a bedridden arthritic), and about such situations in general, and he did indeed allow himself to go along on one level to provide an extraordinary impetus that he felt would be needed to conquer such extraordinary conditions.

The entire question is a deeply creative one, bringing about insights that he felt were highly vital. He felt himself adequate to the task. On the other hand, on the more usually understood human level, he also became extremely frightened.

(5:01 p.m. I could tell the session was a difficult one for Jane, especially when her voice wavered, and she almost halted her delivery several times. She said so too. “Yeah,” I said, “but how tough can a session be, compared to your daily situation laying in bed in the hospital? That’s a lot worse. This session might lead to something important.”