“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] 29, the story of the arrest of an addict connected with the theft of a doctor’s bag and prescription blanks at an Elmira hospital parking lot. [...]

Had she seen a doctor on the 14th the condition would have been noticed, I believe.

(Pause at 9:58.) I am not suggesting that you not visit doctors or not take drugs of that nature, as long as you believe in the structure of medical discipline that the Western world has evolved. [...]

[...] Everybody’s mad—the doctors, the nurses, the patients, the nurses, the aides. [...]

[...] This all means, obviously, that we do need help from others—whether they be lawyers, doctors, nurses, publishers, or whatever, and this way we stay in contact with the rest of our world. [...]

[...] This evening she told me the doctors were controlling the diabetes with insulin so Joe could accept the chemotherapy.

[...] At birth the doctor did not grab you too gently, and held you by that heel. The doctor being hardly of the professional caliber, but your mother’s 12-year-old niece. [...]

The attitude even of doctors and nurses toward the handling of such patients shows only too clearly not only their fear of the disease itself, but their fear of homosexuality, which has been considered evil and forbidden by many religions. [...]

(First, though: Last week I received from our eye doctor, Jim Adams, the usual card telling me that it had been two years since my eyes had been examined and new glasses prescribed. [...]

[...] Obviously he is in the middle of a learning adventure, trying to do far more with his ordinary consciousness than most people, and trying to solve his problems and encounter his challenges without relying upon old structures of belief—healthwise not relying upon doctors or dentists. [...]

They pick up their first ideas about health and disease from parents and doctors, and by the actions of those people to their own discomfiture. [...]

(Shortly after I got there, Georgia came in, all smiles, to tell us that this morning her doctor had told her she didn’t need to have surgery after all. [...]

[...] We knew a year ago she was writing this for her doctorate in philosophy. [...]

[...] Then a moment later there came a “Doctor Blue” emergency summons over the hospital’s loudspeaker system. [...]

(Very long pause at 3:14.) Doctors should be extremely cautious in the prescription of mind-altering drugs of any kind, and certainly not encourage their use for people in depressed states. [...]

Doctors might suggest that a patient relax and then ask himself or herself what kind of inner fantasy would best serve the healing process. [...]

[...] Unfortunately in his present state, powerless as it were without Augustus Two, he might also simply call on his “alter ego” to show the good doctor that he was no one to trifle with.

[...] She was taken directly to the hospital when I called the doctor, and I went back home to that odd, nervous house that felt strangely vacant with her presence gone. [...]

(I should also add that Jane’s Doctor K. wants her to return to the emergency room there this Friday to see Dr. Sobel from Ithaca—provided he’ll be there, of course. [...]

[...] I reminded her of the stories one hears about the chronically ill, who run from doctor to doctor with no intention of getting well, because their illness serves purposes in the present. [...]

[...] While on a walk to a neighborhood store she was given a ride by our family doctor. [...]

I find that the climate is more favorable this evening; and much to my amusement I discovered that Ruburt saw fit to collaborate my diagnosis of the condition existing on the left wrist, by speaking to a doctor, who did indeed collaborate my statement.