“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Dawn came in to take Jane’s temperature—97.5—to start the daily round of vitals, at 3:30. At 4:00 Jane told me to get out my pad in case Seth came through. She began to flex her arms. She did especially well with her head and right arm, then the feet began to move. “Then my feet get hot,” she said, then exclaimed in pleasure, “Look how fast it’s going”—meaning her left big toe. Then all of her toes began to move to various degrees. Jane’s head began to lift repeatedly off the pillow. Groaning and straining, making hoarse sounds of effort, she began to struggle to move her whole body. I could see the effort travel up her left leg into the hips and her belly. “The whole body is trying to move,” I said, “as though you’re trying to move it in a dream.”

(“If I could just sit up on the side of the bed,” Jane said. She moved her arms again.

(4:15. Abruptly Jane began flopping her head and rotating her left arm, holding the elbow up in the air, so vigorously that she cried out that she was getting dizzy. “What am I doing, Bob?”

(4:30. More movements of the right arm this time, and the head and neck. The arm motions were almost as though Jane was leading an orchestra. I took her cigarette and ashtray away before she knocked them flying with her rapidly moving hand. I had a sense that the arm was moving almost by itself, somewhat uncoordinated, as if searching for its role with the body, or relearning for itself what it was for, what it could do.