“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Once again Jane ate very little for lunch, although Georgia had said she did okay for breakfast. She’s still starving, essentially. Jane and Georgia talked and smoked while I was down to billing. Jane said she’d have a session later, then changed her mind as I got ready to do mail. Her voice was very shaky, not very distinct, rather high-pitched and with little inflection. Eyes open and closed.)

(It’s events like this that make me despair, for once again I see Jane going along in the same old way, and wonder what, if anything, has been learned out of all of this. How can one say much has been learned, I wondered, if my wife is at death’s door, and is currently starving herself? Each challenge we have to meet and surmount is at a lower level, and simply to break it or surmount it leaves one only back at the next level from which the fall took place. There’s never a surge up a few rungs on the ladder, from which we can look back in triumph.