“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I told her about my morning’s activities—going to see Pete Harpending, decisions to ask Steve and Tracy for money, the $10,000 I gave the billing department of the hospital this noon on my way to room 330. [...]

(Jane was still moving parts of herself at 3:30—a very good workout indeed, easily the best I’ve seen her do since she came into the hospital last April 20. [...]

(Teresa [the patient I’d been calling Louise] had been quiet since I got to the hospital today.)

[...] There was enough snow when I left the hospital to make me take it quite easy driving home. [...]

[...] I got her into the car okay, though not without discomfort for her, and two people helped put her in a wheelchair at the hospital. [...]

[...] While we were there Dr. K. called him and gave him the results of the blood tests begun in the hospital the week before: One was normal, one said vasculitis could be present, the third one didn’t work—so after all of that the results were very meager and frustrating. [...]

[...] I figured there were reasons for the finger thing erupting so suddenly to begin with, and leading us against our conscious wills into the whole hospital scene at St. Joe’s, so whatever lessons there are in those experiences are still being assimilated. [...]

[...] I told Jane that if she’d had her regular session yesterday in 330, so that I was busy typing it last night, I wouldn’t have found Babs’s note, because I wouldn’t have had the extra time after supper to go through fan mail, clean out the paper bag I carry to the hospital each day, and so on. [...]

(Today I called Babs from the hospital and verified the new appointment. [...]

[...] I told Jane that we may never hear from Blue Cross, since they’ve already turned down the claim once because the hospital was late in sending them her medical records. [...]

[...] This in turn led me to speculate about probable realities in general as I drove to the hospital this afternoon. [...]

[...] Last Thursday morning, then, we were really shocked when Doris, who is also a teacher and a friend from those apartment-house years, called to tell us that David was in the hospital—that he was to undergo triple-bypass heart surgery the next day. [...] As he lay in the hospital, David asked Doris why this was happening to him, when he’d tried to take care of himself, help others, and “do everything right.”

[...] Jane has called the hospital each day to ask about him; she’s putting together for him a unique, evocative little book of poetry and paintings. I’m running errands for David, and eventually will be taking him home from the hospital.

(I had an interesting little experience after lunch this noon as I was hurrying to get my stuff together preparatory to going to the hospital to see Jane. [...]

(It was raining gently by the time I got to the hospital. [...]

[...] Ruburt did well with his attitude — especially since the hospital help are so prone themselves to negative suggestion. [...]

The process of clearing the body out began when Ruburt started his Day 1, but with the great frequency of negative hospital suggestions, and general false beliefs connected with fever, the beneficial aspects indeed had to be taken on faith as largely (underlined) they were (louder).

[...] I told Jane I also felt that Jean was somehow dissatisfied in life, perhaps confused, perhaps caught between her artistic leanings and her upbringing to lead the more conventional life — working at the hospital, and so forth. [...]

[...] At 3:40 she started reading the session for October 9, 1983, but didn’t do quite as well — see the hospital and session chronology in my opening notes for the session of January 6, 1984. [...]

(The crew at the hospital did have a birthday party for me, and even though I knew what they were up to, it was still a delightful surprise, what with their obvious good will and cheers, the cards, and the food — more than we could eat, at least Jane and I. Mary, the head nurse, made the chocolate cake with chocolate icing. [...]

[...] All was quiet and peaceful in the hospital now. [...]

[...] I didn’t feel like hanging around the house until 9:45 — the service was at 10:00 — so I told Margaret Bumbalo I’d run down to the hospital to see Jane first, then walk over. [...]

[...] John Bumbalo had made arrangements for someone to give me a ride back to the hospital, where my car was. [...]

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

[...] Jane also spent a year in an orphanage when her mother was hospitalized.

[...] Then I gave Pete Mary Krebs’s phone number, in Utilization Review at the hospital; she determines the level of patient care, reviews medical records, etc. [...]

[...] He said this after A. Fife had outlined the situation, that Jane didn’t require hospitalization. [...]

The hospital, for all its healing intentions, is often a repressive institution rather than an expressive one. [...]

[...] But she said she was often careful about what she said to me, so that she wasn’t always dumping on me when I came to the hospital. [...]

[...] I deposited them in the special account on my way to the hospital this noon.

[...] One was what does the staff, the people we see every day at the hospital, think of us? [...]

(I mentioned the three questions for Seth: 1. What does the staff at the hospital think of us? [...]

[...] “Your notes don’t show it for last night, but I was right, but I was highly upset at that hospital experience,” she said, meaning the experience at St. Joseph’s. “Boy, I was so glad to see you and get home....” [...]

[...] For all of the hospital’s concern (very long pause), the finger was using its own healing abilities, and knew it was in no danger. [...]

[...] This would save a trip to St. Joseph’s Hospital next Monday, and perhaps speed things up a bit, for I felt that Jane could now use a boost in thyroid activity through a stronger dose of supplement, Synthroid. [...]

[...] He has of course improved, and in general strength, since returning home—but in the hospital nothing was demanded or expected of him. [...]

[...] “What I was getting from Seth was that any hospital serves as a terrific example of a belief system....” [...]

(6. The next step will be to seek medical help—namely, going to a hospital for tests, therapy, diagnosis, medication, whatever. [...] Or I’ll go to a hospital myself and ask to talk to someone. The idea isn’t that a stay in the hospital will work a miracle cure —though I’d be delighted if it did —but that some help or easing of Jane’s symptoms might eventually be achieved through therapy or whatever. [...]

[...] And I didn’t even get to mention the doctor-hospital option to Seth. [...]

[...] I told her I’d deposited $1200 in her hospital-expenses account on my way to 330. [...]

[...] I wondered how often the same thing happened in hospitals. [...]

(And Jane, now I’ll tell you that as you had a crying spell last night—so have I at various times since you went into the hospital last April. [...]