“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(4:05 More, stronger motions, head and chest sideways, left foot lifting up highest at the ankle that its done so far. [...]

[...] Suddenly Jane began to lift her entire left leg again—an inch—then two inches—off the mattress. [...]

(I said I thought she was preparing to flex the left leg at the knee by getting used to moving it off the bed at the foot, first. [...]

(Jane showed me that she no longer wore bandages on her left shoulder or elbow. [...] The bandages she has left are on one shoulder blade—her right—and some spots on her back. [...]

(The temperature was up to almost 30 degrees by the time I left for 330 today. [...]

[...] Now he is beginning to have some energy left over again, so to speak. [...]

[...] I left the breakfast, the cats, the house, turned off the lights, and drove down. [...] It was raining heavily when I left the house.

[...] I left at 7:15 and drove to the funeral home. [...] I’d left the house so early and quickly I hadn’t had time to plan for anything to wear more formally. [...]

(I told her about Joe Bumbalo’s obituary notice that I’d found in yesterday’s paper, and that after I left 330 tonight I’d stop at the funeral home to see Joe and the family. [...]

(Then I looked up to see Jane reaching up to her left ear with her left hand—in a spontaneous gesture I haven’t seen her do in I don’t know when. [...]

[...] After she left I read the last paragraph to Jane. [...]

(“And that’s another sign,” I said, as she scratched her chin on the right side with that same left hand. [...]

(As soon as Carol left, Jane’s hands began to hurt and rotate in a new way at the same time, as if the palms were trying to turn up. [...] I hated to interrupt her new motions by turning her on her left side, but she was ready to go. [...]

[...] After rest and a smoke Jane’s left foot began going. [...]

[...] Jane’s left foot got going good, rotating, as her head lifted. [...]

[...] Sue told us a little about the death of her father, and left presents for us, which we decided to open tomorrow. [...]

[...] She ate a good supper, and I left at 7:15. [...]

[...] The weather had warmed considerably—up to 23 degrees by the time I left for 330. [...]

[...] In 330 later, I left Jane to visit Medical Records again, but got nowhere because I missed seeing Janet Troutt, who’s getting Jane’s records for both ourselves and Blue Cross. [...]

[...] Before long she had her left foot and leg raised up a couple of inches off the bed. [...]

[...] While I worked on mail her left foot came up again—a good three inches this time, as she grunted and her head moved against the pillow. [...]

(Once again I turned Jane on her left side. [...] After her cigarette following dessert, I read the prayer with Jane, then left for the house at 7:05 PM. [...]

[...] I began doing mail while Jane started a few motions with her left foot and head and shoulders. [...]

[...] Heads and shoulders, side to side and around and around, noises and louder breathing, the left foot also. [...]

[...] Also considerable improvement left ankle; some in both wrists; left knee in process of loosening, also both arms. [...]

(At 4:05 Jane’s whole left leg from the toes on up began to flex noticeably, as she continued to make her noises of pain-discomfort-effort. [...] Her shoulder moved better than ever—and now the right one attained an ease of movement equal to the left. [...]

[...] When she began moving her left foot again, she could feel the motion travel up her leg, through the knee, into the hip and the groin, then on toward the shoulder on that side of her body. [...]

[...] The rest of her body seemed to lie quietly and at peace as I left for the evening.)

[...] The Sinful Self has no use for play, because it believes so fervently that left alone it will indeed be lazy or childish, or fritter itself away—or, looking at it the other way, it fears that left alone it will only play, or will be slothful. [...]

It seems under those conditions that only pessimism can be an adequate response, so that any private or global condition of an adverse nature, left alone, will further deteriorate. [...]

(Long pause at 8:53.) When it seems that left alone Ruburt’s condition will only worsen, you are following those old patterns of conditioned thought, projecting negative situations into the future, imagining the unfortunate outcome or outcomes, and acting as if you operated within a closed system. [...]

[...] A gentle repeat of the above, with a little left-foot activity. [...]

(Now from 4:21 to 4:30 Jane went through several more sequences of exercising with her head and shoulders, side to side, accompanied by grunts and groans, and with her left foot moving in a rather gentle rhythm also. [...]

[...] I left at 7:15, after saying the prayer with her. [...]

[...] The temperature was already up to 44 degrees when I left for 330. [...]

[...] “I don’t have any damn fever,” Jane said when they’d left.

[...] Lynn came in to give Jane eyedrops, then left to get some iced ginger ale. [...]

(As she ate lunch I also noticed that Jane’s index finger on her left hand is moving even more at the first joint, as I described yesterday. [...]

[...] Jane made a few motions with her left foot. [...]

[...] She did a few small exercises, moving her left foot and her upper body, almost deliberately, to see if she could do them; we’d talked about her retaining so far all the improvements she’s made since October 9, when we had the first of the “new” sessions. [...]

[...] The day was much warmer — 25 degrees — when I left for 330. [...] She said that after I’d left last night two nurses had taken care of her, and that while they were doing so, they unloaded numerous negative suggestions about many things. [...]

[...] Jane asked me to rub a certain spot on her left temple. [...]

(“What was that reaction he had when I rubbed his left temple?”)

Manipulations in the left elbow (pause), left knee and ankle...

(Jane’s head now began to tip to her left; eyes closed.)

[...] Some releases will be taking place in the left collarbone area, as various manipulations are made in the shoulder girdle...

[...] She began to read yesterday’s session while I did mail, and once again she started out holding the papers on the left side with her left hand. [...]

(At 4:25 Phyllis cleaned Jane’s ears at her request—and with the swab drew out of my wife’s left ear the drainage tube that she’d had inserted almost two years ago. [...]

[...] Then Jane said something very important—that when the guardrail on the bed in down on the left side, and the TV is pushed back out of the way, she gets the impulse to sit up in bed and swing her legs down over the side. [...]

(I was shocked—because I discovered a vast amount of tension in her left leg. [...]

[...] After a nap I turned Jane back on her back at 5:35, and massaged her left leg again, doing a much better job this time. [...]

(“You mean like the left leg?”)

[...] She also said that her left foot now moves quite often while she’s in bed. [...]

[...] As soon as she left I made sure the door to 330 was shut as usual, and Seth returned as usual.)

[...] Jane ate a good supper, and I left at 7:05 after checking the TV list for her and reading the prayer with her. [...]

(Last night had been very cold, and it was still only 18 degrees when I left for 330 this noon. [...]

[...] I’ve also been aware, for some time, of changes taking place on the wrist and the back of her left hand. [...]

(I left Jane at 7:07 after reading the prayer with her. [...]