“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(We see 1947 afternoon or early evening…an episode…a traumatic one for you.. An S and I believe G…you should understand…the initials and dates may not correspond…1947 especially important to you…the initials I gave apply either to one individual or first names of two…the second child something different now…February or initial F…a connection with second child…February or FB…I do not know which…a turnabout with the child…a complete change of plan or a turnabout…a 36 connection…someone perhaps 36 years old connected somehow with this. I do not know to what this refers…a form or square…I do not know…17 years old. This is separate and the woman here…a strong school connection again…3 o’clock or late afternoon…number 414…now this could be the hour 4:14 or month…I do not know…Green room…202 or 213..whether this is a month or year or house number I don’t know…a grip…a strong grip…in the afternoon…in a room…a woman, gray hair, buck teeth…yellow teeth…She yells out and calls and a young boy comes in blue clothes & bicycle…I think he rides….It’s 1943 or 1947…Room is green…yellow…Room is green…no, cream…yellow…it’s afternoon…..

(Note: last thing she said was afternoon…one of the first things Jane asked Barbara when she was partially recovered was whether she had ever tried to commit suicide in the afternoon. Then Jane added to Peggy’s notes:

I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

[...] I bid you now a fond good afternoon.

[...] I gave it the freedom to move — and here I am uncomfortable as hell all afternoon.”

(Several times this afternoon Jane told me that she’d picked up Seth’s title for the next chapter of his book. [...]

Now I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(When I turned Jane on her back at 1:15 this afternoon, and removed the foam-rubber doughnut from between her knees, she didn’t want me to massage her left leg as I’ve been doing lately. [...]

[...] It seems that now literally we don’t have time in an afternoon to do half of what we’d like to—it’s like going to work and trying hard to get everything done before it’s time to go home. [...]

(Room 330 got quite chilly this afternoon—it was cold last night and chilly today—and Jane even had me lay a towel over her part of the time, since we have no heat yet in the room. [...]

(“Afternoon. [...]

A fond good afternoon. [...]

[...] I may or may not return—again, according to the rhythms of which I have spoken, so at least for now I bid you a fond good afternoon. [...]

(Jane had her catheter changed, though she was still getting spasms when I got there, and these continued throughout the afternoon. [...]

Now: I bid you a fond good afternoon. [...]

(“Afternoon. [...]

I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

I bid you another most fond good afternoon — and again, I activate those coordinates that accelerate the healing processes.

Now — I bid you another most fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

[...] A fond good afternoon.

[...] The heat isn’t working in 330 and we waited most of the afternoon for service.)

Now — I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

(This morning I finished making the portable reading stand for Jane to use in bed, and took it in to 330 this afternoon. [...]

Now I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

(“Afternoon.”)

—I bid you a fond good afternoon. [...]

For now, I bid you a fond good afternoon. [...]

(Jane had called me last night, saying that the issue of transferal hadn’t been settled after all, in spite of what Georgia had told us yesterday afternoon. [...]

(Now she told me the head nurse, Mary, had told Jane the decision would be made later this afternoon about whether people would be moved. [...]

[...] I noticed later in the afternoon that the old room we used to have, 331, next door, is empty. [...]

[...] I thought of requesting of staff that she be given some Darvoset, or something like it, in the afternoons, but I hadn’t mentioned this because I felt my wife would reject the idea. [...]

Now, I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

Now I bid you another most fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

I do indeed look in on both of you frequently, and now I bid you a most fond good afternoon.

(Here’s a summary of the free association material we discussed on Sunday afternoon, April 29:

(We tried more free association on the afternoon of April 30:

[...] A strong wind — very strong at times — had sprung up this afternoon, and at times I had trouble hearing Jane above its noise. [...]

Now — I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

(Jane gave it to me yesterday afternoon: “Daredevils, Death-Defiers, and Health.”)

Now: I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

I bid you now a most fond good afternoon, and I do activate those coordinates that quicken healing, well-being, and exuberance.

(Jane’s right foot, the big toe area on the underside, had been bothering her off and on all afternoon, as though it was getting ready to become more active. [...] or “do something” this afternoon, even if it was a holiday. [...]

[...] Later in the afternoon Jane and I had small portions of the ice-cream cake I’d bought for the staff; very rich. [...]

(She was also having an occasional spasm during the afternoon’s activities. [...]

(The day wasn’t bad — 25 degrees as I headed for room 330 — but a snowstorm was predicted for the afternoon. [...]

[...] For some reason this news served as a trigger to plunge me into a depressed mood of my own, which lasted for most of the afternoon. [...]

Now: I bid you another fond good afternoon —

(When I gave Jane a cigarette after turning her on her back for the afternoon, she had another instance of reverting to an old, automatic habit. [...]

(She did the same thing again later this afternoon—but now she’s aware of what she’s doing, and the action has entered into her repertoire of motions on a daily basis.

Now: another fond good afternoon. [...]