“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(4:35. At break Linda brought in Jane’s aspirin and Darvoset; my wife has still been uncomfortable while lying on her back. At the same time there was a great clangor outside: Three firetrucks and another vehicle, all with sirens, turned the corner just outside our third-story window, evidently heading toward the temporary entrance to the emergency room. Then a moment later there came a “Doctor Blue” emergency summons over the hospital’s loudspeaker system. Resume at 4:44.)

Jane’s father, Del, photographed her in 1951, when she was 22. I met her three years later.

Jane and I had been married for three months when my father photographed her in March 1955.

My parents, Robert Sr. and Estelle, supported the choices their three children made — and so they wholeheartedly welcomed Jane into the family. She in turn came to love them deeply. They died in the early 1970s.

I painted myself when I was 68 years old. It’s quite a psychic, psychological, and physical education to stare at oneself in a mirror over a period of three months!