“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(3:40. Jane began making throaty noises and lifting her left leg up and flexing the foot—2” off the mattress. Her right foot started moving also. Then her head and shoulders began moving against the pillow and mattress. “Is the door closed?”

(3:36. She had another cigarette after I inflated portions of the mattress. We waited to see what she would do for the afternoon.

[...] She started lifting her left leg and foot up in the air, off the mattress and pillow. [...]

[...] Her left leg was up 4 inches off the mattress. [...]

[...] Left leg way up off the mattress, grunts and groans, head and shoulders and arms going sideways. [...]

[...] “See?” Then her left leg jerked up and down quite strongly, the heel pounding into the mattress. [...]

[...] Her mattress felt better, she said. [...]

[...] After the session she did go into some motions, mostly involving the upper portions of her body—the head and shoulders off the pillow and mattress, side to side at times, once in a while rather strong, with noises and increasingly heavy breathing. [...]

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

[...] Jane’s whole body moved and twisted on the mattress, which flexed beneath her accordingly. [...]

[...] I became extremely busy after my wife came home, making what seemed like endless calls and trips about getting prescriptions filled, about trying out various kinds of beds and mattresses and chairs and hospital gowns, about insurance, about a commode, about having a speaker phone hooked up to our regular phone so that Jane wouldn’t have to hold the standard bulky handset to her ear. [...]

[...] The mattress bothers him on occasion.

[...] I placed the cold film holder under Jane’s back as she lay propped up on the mattress, but the whole task went quickly. [...]

[...] The mattress was straw but the bed itself was the best bed in the family, handed down from Throckmorton’s father. [...]

[...] During her first weeks home, I seldom slept more than two hours at a time: It seemed that I was always getting up to check the dressings on her decubiti, to adjust her pillows, to help make her more comfortable on the motor-driven, pulsating air mattress we’d finally settled upon as the best recommended support available. [...]