“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Did Jane say the two dates? [...] (Jane dictates:) Lived in the third house before the end of a dead-end lane. [...]

[...] Since Jane was so tired, we decided, again, to end the session. As we sat at the board Jane received the following:)

Jane is very tired. [...] I could go into more on the English life of your brother, but don’t believe I could reach Jane clearly enough. [...]

(“Can you tell us why Jane became so nervous that night a few years ago, when we stopped at that roadside picnic area in Texas?”

[...] The third question sought to find out who the other woman was beside Jane. [...] Miss Callahan of course being considerably older than Jane—about 78, we believe. Again, Miss Callahan gave Jane the parent begonia which furnished eventually the office begonia; a drawing of the office begonia was used as the envelope object for tonight.

[...] The question made Jane hesitate: “You had better wait on this. [...] Jane said the question brought her mother to her mind; Seth however did not want to give her mother’s name, which is Marie Roberts, or those initials; and Jane did not do so. [...]

(As soon as Jane dispensed with the Ouija board when these sessions got under way three years ago, she took to pacing the floor endlessly while giving a session. [...] When Jane began speaking for Seth while sitting down her eyes closed; she evidently is just now ending this phase, or at least modifying it.)

(Jane resumed in the same active manner at 9:42, and spoke until 10:04. [...] Jane now resumed once again at a somewhat slower pace, sitting with a hand raised to her closed eyes. [...]

(In Georgia’s room, I met a nurse who used to take care of Jane. [...] Later this same nurse dropped in to say hello to Jane. “I sure hope I don’t get her to take care of me,” Jane said after she’d left. [...]

(I also told Jane that beside the dream I’d like Seth to comment on the fact that I’d awakened this morning with Maude Cardwell on my mind, including the letter I’d written her a couple of weeks ago. [...] I told Jane that I wanted her to know the question in case we heard from Maude this week, say. [...] Jane agreed that we might hear soon.

[...] On the way to Jane’s room, I stopped in Surgical 1 to give Georgia the unicorn we’d bought for her yesterday, and the poem Jane had written, which I’d transcribed onto the card we’d also bought. [...]

(Jane ate a good lunch. [...] Jane especially insisted on walking along the riverbanks. [...]

[...] As stated, Jane saw the plant which furnished tonight’s objects, as a Christmas present in Miss Callahan’s apartment at Christmas of 1964. Jane considers it possible that here Seth is getting at the idea of a folded note or card being attached to the plant when Miss Callahan received it as a gift. However Jane can recall no such note or card upon seeing it in 1964. [...]

[...] [Jane gestures.] It will be remembered that when Seth gave this data the first time, Jane held the envelope to her forehead with its long dimensions horizontal to the floor. [...] Seth elaborates a bit here now, although Jane now sat holding the envelope in her lap, and with its short dimensions parallel to the floor.

[...] We see it every day of course but I was sure Jane wasn’t aware of these two specific leaves separately. [...] Note that the word “top” is penciled on the back of the Bristol; this was done by me after the experiment, but before Jane saw the objects, as will be shown later.

(Jane had been housecleaning, and to air the place out all the windows were open, still, at session time. Thus Jane began speaking in a voice quite a bit stronger than usual, evidently to counter the constant street noise. [...]

(Jane kept complaining that her right middle ribs were bothering her this afternoon—so much so that I finally wedged a sponge under her rib cage. [...] I hadn’t noticed it when I turned Jane on her back at 1:10, for I always did this from the other side of the bed. A reddish welt had risen on Jane’s back as a result of the prolonged pressure, but she began to feel better immediately I discovered what had happened. [...]

[...] Steve and Tracy called, and Jane said she’d see them. Jane ate well for supper. [...] Jane called me at about 9:50, for the first time in a long while. [...]

[...] The pizza was delicious, but it turned out that the wings were prepared with a hot sauce, meaning hot peppers, that not everyone could enjoy, Jane and I among them. Jane brought in two slices of pizza—so I forgot to bring them home with me at 7:05 PM tonight.... [...]

(I learned the name of the enzymatic debriding agent, or ointment that’s been prescribed for the ulcer on Jane’s right knee, Travase Ointment [Sutlains Ointment], and copied down much of the information on the small tube one of the nurses had left lying on a table in 330. [It’s supposed to be kept refrigerated.] I also found out the name of a green pill Jane is given each morning to help her assimilate vitamin D, which promotes absorption and nourishment: Oscal. [...]

[...] I noticed that the nodules on the knuckles of Jane’s left hand looked like they’d reduced themselves in size a bit. Jane said she’d noticed the effect also, and that in addition the larger swelling on top of her left wrist had also been reduced somewhat. [...]

[...] Jane’s left leg moved back and forth sideways, opening up at the groin. [...] Yet the motion was noticeable for the first time—good progress, I told Jane. [...]

(Now today Jane had no patches on either her right elbow or her little toes on her left foot. [...]

(After staff had taken her vitals—temperature 96—Jane’s feet started moving. [...]

(There followed a very confusing [and to me upsetting] several hours during which Jane and our neighbor, Leonard Yaudes, tried contacting Miss Callahan’s doctor, her relatives, her friends, our landlady, and a hospital. [...] There were mix-ups, in which Miss Callahan’s doctor was waiting for her at the emergency room at the hospital while Miss Callahan stayed home, and during which time Jane called the relatives several times, pleading with them to help, etc. It finally ended when Jane and Leonard secured the help of another doctor, who arrived by midnight and stated that Miss Callahan should be in the hospital.

(As the hour for the session came and went, Jane began to get “nibbles” from Seth. [...] I had not been helping Jane and felt guilty about it, and angry at the relatives. Finally, when Jane was talking to me in the studio at about 10:45, I had such a severe attack of cramps in the back I could not stand.

(It was rather quiet in the studio, though I could hear Jane’s typewriter, but through the closed doors the sound was muffled and rather steady, and the rest of the house was quiet. [...] I kept my eyes closed from the start, but midway in the session felt that I could not have opened them, at least very easily [re Jane’s suggestions when she is putting me under].

(Sometime later during the night, when all was quiet, Jane awoke and received another message from Seth: Seth told me, Jane, I was wrong in saying to Rob “You were some help,” as his attack came on at once after the remark.)

(In the hall outside the emergency room I met Fred Kardon, who asked me how Jane is doing. [...] He wanted to know how the ulcer on Jane’s knee was coming along, and I said very well. Fred stressed that it was important that Jane drink as much liquid as she can. [...]

[...] Afterward Jane and I agreed that his visit was hardly accidental. [...] I told Jane his decision to visit might save us a lot of time later. [...]

[...] Jane began reading yesterday’s session, and did very well, considering the new teeth. After Cathy took her temperature—98.1—Jane told me that she could now reach farther under her right leg with her left hand than she could yesterday, even. [...]

(Jane had a new catheter inserted this morning, by the way, and now she had some spasms and gas while reading the session. [...] I worked with some mail and Jane finished the session in quite good style at 4:16.

[...] It developed that Jane had to think hard in order to tentatively link the object with a hand-knit sweater she had received from her mother as a birthday present. Jane’s birthday is May 8, but she received the package sometime after this; we located a letter from Jane’s mother dated May 10, in which she discusses mailing the sweater to Jane soon. [...]

[...] As stated, Jane remembers a note being enclosed with the sweater sent to her by her mother. [...] Jane believes the note was actually written on the back of a birthday card. We located the letter of May 10 from Jane’s mother, concerning the mailing of the sweater to Jane, but do not believe the above data refers to that letter exclusively, although there is evidently some connection.

(Nor did Jane know the diagram for parallax. [...] Jane’s personal idea was that Seth used parallelogram to lead up to the rest of the data here. In this respect see page 274, where Seth mentions Jane’s associations.

[...] Jane’s mother is a bedridden arthritic in a nursing home at Middle Grove, NY. A nurse friend at the hospital there runs her errands for her, etc., and mailed the sweater to Jane shortly after May 10,1966. Jane’s mother mentions the name of the nurse, Fran, specifically in the letter of May 10.

[...] From my studio I could look down at Jane and the others, but I did not tell her the mail had arrived. I did not do so because I remembered a dream Jane had had recently, in which I had picked up the mail, then teased her about an optimistic letter from a publisher, concerning the dream book. [...]

(Within a couple of minutes however Jane came upstairs; the two others had gone inside. Jane walked into our living room and picked up the card from Parker, after I asked her if she had seen the mail yet. [...]

(At once Jane sat at our living room table, which is her work table, and put her right hand on the message side of the card. [...] Jane closed her eyes, concentrated, and gave the following material which is very nearly verbatim:

(On Friday, June 21, 1968, Jane sent the manuscript of her dream book to Parker Publishing Company Inc., Village Square Building, West Nyack, N Y. On Saturday, June 28, a card arrived from Parker with this message:

[...] Jane was eating lunch when they came in to 330. [...] Jane told them she didn’t want to go there. We received an unwelcome surprise when Kim told us that on November 18 Fred Kardon had signed a paper stating that Jane no longer required acute care. [...]

(Kim told me Jane is second on the list for admission to the facility now. [...] She seemed receptive when I explained our need for privacy, that it was vital therapy, and talked of moving Jane directly into a private room. But if that didn’t work out, Jane would have to wait her turn in a double room—and there was no telling how long that could take, she said. [...]

(Jane didn’t finish lunch until close to 4:00. [...] Jane finally got through the session with my help. [...] Jane said she wanted to try at 4:50. [...]

[...] While there I expressed quite plainly my opinion that Jane and I were being manipulated, that I was getting mad at everybody. [...] She also asked me about Jane’s assets. [...]

[...] Jane was ready to be turned at once: She was uncomfortable with a folded pillow placed under her right foot, so that it raised her foot up too high and placed a strain on her right knee as she lay on her side. Mary Ann had put it there, with a student; they’d taken care of Jane this morning. Jane said the act was done before she realized it, and they were gone. [...]

[...] Jane ate very well. [...] When Andrew called I went to see him, showing him the two latest communications from Blue Cross, with the new claim numbers for Jane’s account; he copied them, and reiterated that the company was stalling: “It helps their cash flow, but it doesn’t do anything for ours.” [...]

[...] Jane’s name was on the first page. [...] I’m keeping Seth’s information about bureaucratic bungling in mind, I told Jane; it appears that he is quite right. [...]

[...] Sharon Poley took Jane’s temperature—98.1—Blood pressure and pulse. Jane said she wanted to have a session before it got any later.

(I brought the letter to 330 to show Jane. [...] While there, Lottie noticed that Jane has put on weight in her breasts and other portions of her anatomy. Then the supervisor of therapy there, Wendy, got to see Jane’s buttocks for the first time in a long while. She was amazed, Jane said, at the way those once-gaping wounds are filling themselves in.

(As she ate a good lunch I told Jane about my very vivid dream of last night—in which Jane, myself and her deceased father, Del, had driven to Bemidji, Minnesota, in the summertime. [...] I described how Del had driven us around the town and country there in his old pickup truck, and how for a time he and I had become separated from Jane. I’d also spent time wandering around alone up there, but Jane and I were eventually reunited safe and sound. [...]

[...] I read the rough draft of the letter to Maude Cardwell to Jane, who really liked it. [...] Jane didn’t think I’d overdone it in my letter, although I still wondered. [...]

[...] Cathy took Jane’s temperature—98.2, and pulse. [...] Then Jane had some ginger ale; she held the cup herself. [...]

(Putting off Dreams, it seemed to me, was a necessity at the moment because I now believed that the long interlude in her dictation was, again, a clear sign of resistance to the project on Jane’s part. [...] It seemed to me now that a clear course of hanging back had been displayed by Jane all though our psychic endeavors, and that it could be easily charted if we took the time to do so. I said that she would have probably used her psychic gifts in some fashion in her writing, but that the Seth books might very well have not come into existence except for my own interest—hence my mental insight this morning that Jane did the Seth books to please me. I know things aren’t that simple, but I do feel that the fact of public exposure represented by the Seth books has always bothered Jane. [...] This upset includes her work on her own latest, The God of Jane. [...]

(Like class, Jane has often been threatened by the mail, only more overtly, as well as by personal visitors who sought us out. [...] All such incidents, I told Jane, reinforce individual actions on the part of readers that would be quite rejected by the establishment: further signs of how far outside accepted thought Jane has found herself over the years. [...] No reviews in accepted journals, no welcome in the universities by academia, as she herself wrote in God of Jane. [...] Jane sees this as a threat, although she doesn’t say much about it. [...]

(Jane’s sessions have been very irregular also, and she hasn’t worked on Seth’s latest book for some months now. [...] In each Seth book there have been layoffs, so to speak—long or longish periods in between certain sessions, while, usually, we held personal sessions in the interim; these were usually devoted to trying to get at the root causes of Jane’s symptoms. [...] This has always bothered me to some extent, but I usually told myself that was Jane’s way of working, and to forget it. [...]

(I explained that in their different ways both Jane’s ESP classes, and the mail, reflect other aspects of public exposure, and that these too must have engendered resistance over the years. [Jane remarked last week to the effect that she wondered how she could get out of answering the mail, for example.] Class had always seemed to offer much, and has helped many people, yet implicit in its very existence was the fact of public exposure concerning unacceptable psychic abilities, in Jane’s eyes, I told her. [...]

(Then Jane told me that Jan was in this morning, and told her that the ulcers were looking very good—meaning that there has been considerable improvement in them since Jane saw them last. [...]

(I’d received a letter from Tam yesterday, but Jane had trouble reading it after lunch. [...] Jane also had a dream involving the death of Sue Watkins that I wanted a word on. [...]

[...] Lorrie knocked, then came in to take Jane’s vitals for the day. [...] Jane has become so adept at snapping out of even a Seth trance that no one on the staff ever notices anything. [...]

[...] I told Jane the session was very good, that Seth had done an excellent little job of interpreting our dreams. Jane rested and had some ginger ale while she waited to see what would happen next. [...]

[...] Two people involved could be Jane and me; she purchased it, filled it out and mailed it for me, along with a note to the paper company that I wrote. “It’s a duplicate [mentioned in test] of a money order,” Jane wrote later. [...] Jane wrote my name on the order, but it does not bear my handwriting on either side.

(Blanche Price is an old friend of Jane’s, living in Baltimore. The two women have not met often in recent years; Blanche was Jane’s instructor in French at Skidmore College, in Saratoga Springs, NY. [...] A few days ago Jane received a copy of a book of poetry of Blanche’s that has just been published. [...]

(It will be remembered that in the unscheduled 184th session Seth said that Cosmopolitan Magazine would be interested in an excerpt from Jane’s ESP book, but that nothing would happen right away. Jane sent them a chapter on dreams, with suggestions for reworking it into an article. [...]

The Jane ego stands further aside. There is an emotional rapport that also carries Ruburt along when my spirits or moods then also sweep him along; and again the Jane ego is content to stand aside. [...]

[...] Jane began talking of her attempts to get people to listen to her poetry, and her early fears that she was considered odd because of her talents. This led her into talk about my mother’s opinion of her — though I tried to show that Stella’s opinion had changed and that she really liked Jane in later years. Jane agreed. [...]

[...] Jane thought her mother hated her as a child, and still did even now. The mother’s hatred, Jane said, led to her need for protection — perfectly normal, I said. Jane said that when he was drunk her father told her that Marie was her enemy. [...]

(I read parts of the session for April 18 to Jane — wherein Seth had said she’d become extremely frightened. [...] “But that’s it,” Jane said mournfully. [...] “But I’ve decided that enough is enough,” Jane said, after I’d speculated about why her psyche hadn’t put the brakes on her symptoms before this. [...]

(Jane was afraid of others as a young girl, and even in college — that she wouldn’t get their approval — whereas, I said, the others should have been afraid that they wouldn’t get her approval, since her abilities transcended theirs. [...] Jane said she’d never thought of that. [...]

(In the dream, all of which was in brilliant color, I’d combined many elements, which I described in more detail to Jane than I’ll give here. [...] I had left Artistic in 1972, to concentrate upon helping Jane with the Seth material. [...] Next, Jake and I were walking down a street in a town, on our way to see Jane’s mother. [...]

(When I approached the room in which I knew Marie lay in bed, crippled by arthritis, I heard Jane and her mother inside. [...] Marie was bedridden, but Jane was perfectly healthy, and had come to forgive her mother, or make up with her. [...] The entire dream had made an impression on me, I told Jane.

(Jane was good, had been back from hydro since 11:00 again. Yesterday we’d received our copies of the Bantam paperback issue of The Nature of the Psyche, and I’d brought a book in to show Jane. [...]

[...] Jane began reading yesterday’s session, which I think is an excellent one, but she didn’t do well at all. [...] I kept thinking about the session, listening to Jane try to read it as I looked over mail. [...]

(Jane called last night. [...] This morning I’d written two letters to people who had sent us donations, I told Jane. [...]

[...] 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. [...] It’s the first one Jane has missed in weeks, literally.

(Jane didn’t eat a whole lot of lunch. [...] No one showed up with food for me, though, so I ate what Jane didn’t want off the tray — half a roast-beef sandwich, with mustard. [...]

(Since she had no session from yesterday to read, Jane tried to read the session for February 1 — the one that led to her Day 1, 2, 3 program. [...] Jane seldom asks to read past sessions — behavior that is still protective, I think, and has been for many years. [...]

(As we got ready for lunch I told Jane that this morning I’d awakened stewing again—about Jane, but mostly about the long delays involved in getting the Blue Cross—major medical insurance benefits straightened out. [...] 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. [...] But I did go over the whole story with Jane to some extent, so she’d know what I was concerned about. [...]

(Jane didn’t launch herself into any exercises. [...] At 3:40 Cathy took her temperature—97.8. At 3:55 I applied Steve’s Remedy Rescue Cream to the knuckles of Jane’s right hand. [...]

(Jane ate a good supper, even though dietary did send up the wrong menu. [...] She was to visit Jane later in the evening. [...]

(Jane was already on her back when I got to 330 this afternoon; Gail Greene had had to turn her in order to check the catheter, which at first had refused to irrigate. [...]