“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

DECEMBER 25, 1983 4:37 PM SUNDAY CHRISTMAS DAY

(Today, Christmas Day, was very cold indeed—below zero last night, and only 10 above when I left for the hospital this noon. I warmed up the car first, as I’d done yesterday. Jane was doing well. No hydro this morning. In 330 I found presents from the Bumbalos for both of us. Georgia made Jane a beautiful wool small-size covering or blanket. Peg and Bill Gallagher visited Jane at 11:00 last night, sneaking in through the emergency exit, Jane said, and left presents, including wine, for us. I didn’t expect presents from anybody, and so hadn’t planned to get anything for others beside Jane. Jane and I exchanged our own gifts—candy for her, designer jeans—black and gray—for me [to my great surprise].

(But while we were eating those portions, another new development in Jane’s progress occurred —and an important one. She suddenly asked me to lay the paper dish holding the cake on her lap, and to give her the spoon. She then proceeded to feed herself—awkwardly, it’s true, and with her left hand—but she managed to carry it through, to my complete surprise. She was very pleased at the accomplishment. She said she’d asked mentally that she have some new development to show me on Christmas Day.

Now: I bid you a Merry Christmas, as you understand the term. And I will be glad to add to my comment (in the last session) of yesterday, concerning the ancient roots of the holiday season, if you will remind me later in the week.

DECEMBER 24, 1983 4:32 PM SATURDAY CHRISTMAS EVE

(The day had been cold, and it was very cold as I stopped on my way home to pick up some little Christmas presents for Jane. [...]

[...] I filled out the menu for tomorrow so that I too would receive a full Christmas dinner to eat with her. [...]

[...] Perhaps she’ll refresh my memory on it tomorrow—Christmas Day—and I can place it in the next session. [...]

5) small stupid incident immediately before or after the purchase.
* correct—It was a Christmas gift and he had bought the same item, a watch for his wife. They both knew what the other had bought and decided to open them Xmas eve because they knew.

11) creed—I don’t think that’s the word.
* perhaps in connection with Christmas.

I told you (to Rachel) to get a Christmas tree. If you get a Christmas tree then I will come over and look at it. [...]

I will come through and say hello and to wish you a Merry Christmas. [...]

Now, what do you suppose Christmas means? [...]

Now (to Rachel) before I forget, Ruburt asked me and, of course, the answer is yes, whether or not you put up your Christmas tree. [...]

[...] Jane first saw it in Miss Callahan’s apartment at Christmas of 1964, when Miss Callahan received it as a Christmas present.

[...] As stated, Jane saw the plant which furnished tonight’s objects, as a Christmas present in Miss Callahan’s apartment at Christmas of 1964. [...]

[...] However, upon reflection we realized we had the plant with us last Christmas.

(“With something beginning with an M, and something beginning with a G,” We didn’t know, although we speculated that the initials were a distortion of Miss Callahan, or of Merry Christmas, both these ideas being related to the source of the poinsettia plant which furnished the leaves as objects. [...]

[...] We had gone Christmas shopping this afternoon, etc.)

[...] He knew you were making every effort to provide your end of a merry Christmas, with the tree, etc.

[...] Jane and I are to spend Christmas in Rochester with brother Dick and family, and bring mother back with us, etc. [...]

In fact, your behavior yesterday was so appreciated that it led to the creative inspiration of your Christmas present, which is an exciting creative endeavor. [...]

[...] I told her that Orlene Gladston had called me from California this morning, to wish us a Merry Christmas and ask about Jane’s condition, and that my brother Loren, who at 63 is a year younger than I am, had called yesterday for the same reason. [...]

(Now Christina was sounding off in jumbled English and Russian, singing bits and pieces of Merry Christmas, Happy Birthday, Georgia, and so forth. [...]

[...] It’s beautiful, a Christmas bouquet. [...]

[...] There may be the possibility, if you request it, of one session off during the Christmas holidays, but only at your request.

[...] What are you going to give me for Christmas?

[...] I will not come loaded with lights like a Christmas tree, but you can never tell. [...]

[...] We expect to receive the copyedited Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality by December 7, and this is to keep us occupied until Christmas. At least, Tam doesn’t want us putting it in the mail until after the Christmas rush is over.)

[...] It is there as an early Christmas present for those who use Christianity in fanatical ways. [...]

I seem to pick up a connection with Christmas or Christmas tree, though I believe this is indirectly connected rather than directly; and something dark of rectangular shape, and also again of a border (pause) and something shady, and a sky symbol.

(The Christmas reference is an interesting one, and can be seen when one notes that the label is printed in red and green, on yellow stock. Jane said also that to her the XXX symbol on the label means Christmas. [...]

[...] We were standing beside our Christmas tree when Jane took off her glasses and began to speak for Seth, in a voice somewhat stronger than usual. [...]

[...] The test object sealed in the usual double envelopes was a woodblock print, made by an artist friend of ours, Roy C. Fox, and enclosed with Roy’s Christmas card of last Christmas. [...]

[...] Jane’s mother and a Christmas present also entered the test data, for reasons we do understand; here Seth tells us that Ruburt thinks of the package that his mother sent him.

[...] Last Christmas he arranged for me to have a show of paintings at Harris Hill Inn, just outside Elmira, in February 1965. [...]

(The rest of the test data applies to the Christmas package Jane’s mother sent her early this week. [...]

The flu season intersects with the Christmas season, of course, when Christians are told to be merry and [wish] their fellows a happy return to the natural wonders of childhood, in thought at least. [...] Many individuals cannot unify the various areas of their belief and feeling, and at Christmas they partially recognize the vast gulf that exists between their scientific beliefs and their religious beliefs. [...] A psychic depression often results, one that is deepened by the Christmas music and the commercial displays, by the religious reminders that the species is made in God’s image, and by the other reminders that the body so given is seemingly incapable of caring for itself and is a natural prey to disease and disaster.

So the Christmas season carries a man’s hopes in your society, and the flu season mirrors his fears and shows the gulf between the two.

Many people, caught between such conflicting beliefs, fall prey to physical ills during the Christmas season particularly. [...]

There were a few remarks that I intended to make concerning the Christmas season, and perhaps I shall make them now.

This feeling that Christmas represented hypocrisy has been one of the main reasons for your own low spirits during the season, for it represented a rather deep disillusionment with the culture in which you were nurtured.

[...] The basic idea behind Christmas is definitely important, whether or not the intellect is able to see its significance.

([Jane asked:] “Will Robbie and I have a nice Christmas?”)

Merry Christmas, Jane.

[...] We have given you an idea for a book—Merry Christmas—and some dictation, beginning chapter seven. [...]

[...] He’d sent some home-canned jars of fruits and vegetables at Christmas time; for the past year he’d also written a string of long letters signed “me,” meaning I couldn’t answer him to say thanks for the stuff. He’d done the same thing the Christmas before last, also.

[...] I’ll stop at the post office to pick up some Christmas stamps. What’s Christmas?)

[...] Jane and I gave the children their Christmas presents Sunday, and rather than wait for Christmas they opened the gifts then. They were wrapped in regular Christmas paper; if this is called tissue It can be a connection. [...]

[...] You will find yourself enjoying the Christmas season, even with your relatives, for you understand now that a basic reality is involved.

[...] Jane said this is good data, in that the Jewish Community Center is a sufficiently religious organization, and so quite conscious about the celebration of Christmas, etc., being strict about how this is done. [...]

[...] It is possible that a number four connection also applies here, for Jane is on Christmas-New Year’s vacation from her job, until Wednesday January 4. This data would be legitimate, in that the envelope object refers to the teaching job at the JCC.

(The head and silhouette mentioned here reminded Jane that one of the projects she and Nancy planned for the nursery school class involved the students making silhouette drawings of their heads, as Christmas gifts for their respective parents. [...]

[...] The head silhouette idea wasn’t carried out however by December 21, the last class before Christmas vacation. [...]