The Personal Sessions: Book Seven of the Deleted Seth Material: The Personal Sessions: 51482 - 1284 by Roberts Jane & Butts Robert

Author:Roberts, Jane & Butts, Robert [Roberts, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: New Awareness Network, Inc.
Published: 2017-06-19T16:00:00+00:00

DELETED SESSION

OCTOBER 31, 1983 3:55 PM MONDAY

(Today was a relatively quiet day for both of us. I got a few things done, missed out on some others, and Jane did a few exercises and had a little session.

(This morning I made an attempt to reach our regular plumber, but when this failed I called another, who may be here later this week. Frank Longwell visited at 11:30 AM, while I ate lunch. On the way to the hospital I stopped at Acuto Pontiac to make a date for having the car’s gearshifting checked: Wednesday at 1 PM. I can walk to the hospital from the garage. 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. I called from 330 at 4:01, during Jane’s break in the session, and again failed to make any meaningful contact. Maybe, I thought, we’re fated to never get those records. I’ll try again tomorrow, I suppose.

(After eating a good lunch, Jane tried reading yesterday’s session aloud—and did quite well—much better than she did yesterday, of course. Afterward we waited to see what would develop. I messed with some mail.

(At 3:40 Jane asked me to take away her cigarette and the ashtray on her belly. She wanted to move, she said. Before long she had her left foot and leg raised up a couple of inches off the bed. “Safe and nice,” she kept repeating to herself, breathing hard and grunting and groaning as the leg moved up and down somewhat. This was more than she’d done yesterday, I think.

(Earlier she’d told me that she was both disappointed and impatient with her progress since we’d started this group of sessions on October 9. She’d wanted her decubiti healed in a week, she said, and to be sitting on the edge of the bed by now. 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. She rested when she heard the medicine cart in the hall near 330. She was afraid, again, that if she was moving strongly or something like that, that she wouldn’t be able to turn it off right away if someone came in. It was getting to be vitals time.

(3:53. Susie came in to take Jane’s temperature—96.8—and pulse. Two minutes later, after I’d pushed the door shut, Jane began speaking for Seth.)

Now: I bid you a fond good afternoon.

(“Afternoon. Seth.”)

There are a few points that I wanted to mention.

Ruburt’s bedsores can improve, and will indeed do so. The ritual of the dressings and so forth, and the general concentration upon those portions of his body have , in the past, helped prolong the condition. It is almost as if the bedsores are being paid tribute.

Ruburt can tell himself that the same energy that writes his books and that moved his foot up this afternoon can indeed heal those other portions of his body.

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