“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane also felt that the sessions could be responsible for more deaths, or hurting people. She’d been terrified holding sessions, way back in the beginning, for the woman in Louisiana who had MS. At the same time she’d felt a responsibility toward helping her. Jane basically didn’t want anything to do with sick people — was afraid she could hurt them in sessions.

(Jane didn’t think the sessions could hurt her, though she often felt she didn’t get enough information through for herself. We talked about other similar situations and things, and she was near tears at times — so there definitely is emotion there. I don’t actually think we said anything brand new, but it was good to review it all. I explained my position that she didn’t need to make bargains with herself, as she used to tell me she did — that it was perfectly okay to be healthy and talented at the same time, using one’s abilities as one chose. The world wasn’t going to pass any sort of judgment if she didn’t choose to deal with the sick.

(Afterward, she said several times that she wanted to have a session. I’d thought she might pass it up. Her Seth voice was somewhat louder than usual.)

(4:48.) Remind Ruburt — in the meantime — that he is indeed a beloved daughter of the universe, and that his parents are as much the sea and sky as his physical parents. Period. End of session. I also, however, look in rather often on your own situation, and send you my support.

(4:50 p.m. “I’m glad I had it,” Jane said, “even though it’s late, ‘cause it’s got information you wanted. I did all right. I was able to clear my mind enough to give it.” She seemed to feel good, and I told her she’d done well. And the session had gone into the question I’d noted yesterday at the end of the session, about the roles of health and disease in our world. I was tired.

(Jane called with Carla’s help at about 9:40, as I was typing this session. She said Carla had told her that she was on duty the night of the day Jane was admitted to the hospital April 20, just a year ago. I hadn’t remembered this, nor had Jane.)