“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(She ate a rather skimpy lunch. At 2:59, as we talked, she began to speak about being scared and panicky again. Half crying and moaning in no time, arms and hands moving from where I’d propped them up. She did say her panicky feelings had to do with the session about her mother Marie yesterday, and a dream she’d had last night. Very good, I said, but she couldn’t actually pin down the source or subject matter for her panic today. She continued half crying. “Read me — read me yesterday’s session. I don’t know what I’m doing,” she cried, when I asked her if she was thinking about Marie.

(Tearfully, moaning, at 2:58: “I’m going to try, Rob, to have a session. I’ll do the best I can … I don’t know if I can … All right, I’ll try.” Then, teary, with many pauses, eyes open most of the time:)

(“That’s okay,” I said. “It’s just another fear. Just don’t hide it. It’ll go away. But it shows how far things have gone — that it’s time to back off from the point of death.”

Remind Ruburt further (pause) that he did his best to help your mother, making efforts toward love and communication (long pause) that he felt you were not able to express toward your mother at times.

(This is the first time my wife has ever asked me to come at a different hour. I see it as a good thing, since I’d told her to do so, and that it may serve as excellent therapy and reinforcement of new beliefs.)