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(The second bit of news is that Rusty met the president of Prentice-Hall recently. This individual—again, name not recalled—listened to a talk Rusty gave in an auditorium, explaining some of Seth’s ideas along with her own interest in the tarot. After the program Prentice-Hall’s president told Rusty that listening to her had helped him better understand Jane’s own work. But this meeting took place last summer, and we’ve had no feedback from anyone at Prentice-Hall.

(Note that in both cases, involving Rusty and Hal, and Carol and Fred, the couples returned to 1730 after their first visit had failed to make contact with us. Since we have all names on file now, more information can be obtained if we need it. Note: Rusty Carnarius has relatives living on Coleman Avenue. Either Jacobs or Jenkins. [Check boxes.]

(The encounter with the Canadian couple was so recent that as we sat for the session it hadn’t occurred to Jane and me to hope that Seth would discuss the affair, or to even ask that he do so. I was impressed by the meeting on the street, but equally taken with the fact that Hal had known someone who’d known James. Strangely, in all of this the meeting of Rusty and the president of Prentice-Hall hadn’t registered as strongly with us, though we recognized that it could be an event originating in Framework 2. Oh yes—the president is involved with Spiritual Frontiers Fellowship, which may have been his motivation for attending Rusty’s talk to begin with.)

(These notes will recapitulate two rather surprising events. While we were having last Saturday’s session, someone knocked on our door; I didn’t answer it and they left. Sunday they returned: Rusty and Dr. Hal from Lancaster, Pennsylvania, on their yearly visit to us with a cheesecake. As the four of us talked for an hour or so two things emerged. Dr. Hal had a teacher many years ago, a woman, who used to walk with William James; indeed, he read part of his Varieties of Religious Experience to her. James also discussed his own psychic experiences with this woman. Hal told us her name but we forgot to note it down. Interesting, that this information would come to us just as Jane is preparing her James manuscript for Prentice.

Cc to:    Mrs. Rusty Carnarius

(Over the weekend—beginning Friday evening—we were visited by Hal Williams and Rusty Carnarius, from Lancaster, PA. [...]

(Then Sunday morning on their way back home from Geneva, NY, Rusty and Hal stopped again, since we’d told them to do so. [...]

(“How about the visit of Rusty and Hal?”)

(Today she was much improved, psychologically, at least, and so was I. We talked off and on for much of the day, between interruptions like Rusty and Hal dropping in, my going shopping, etc. [...]

[...] It’s interesting to note that after last June’s session Rusty and Hal had also visited us, and he had done the same thing for Jane then. [...]

[...] I finished just in time to eat a bite of lunch before Rusty and Hal returned. [...]

(After Rusty and Hal left we napped, changed dressings, etc., and before we knew it I was hurrying to get supper and do other chores so that we’d have time for a session. [...]

In the meantime, our best to you and Rusty. [...]

(As noted on page 230, this copy is in a rusty red, much the same color as on the cover of Louis Pomerantz’s book. [...]

[...] The cover of this book is a rusty red. [...]

[...] In many ways, we found the situation to be quite similar to that involving the recent visits of Carol and Fred, from Canada, and of Hal and Rusty, from Lancaster, Pennsylvania—in that it seemed the necessary inner workings to bring about the ideal situation had been carried out in Framework 2. More on this can be added in later sessions. [...]

[...] No big deal, but from last Saturday noon until after supper Monday evening, we had eight callers, all but the first two, Rusty and Hal, being unannounced.)

(“It was for tetanus, after I stepped on a rusty nail,” I said. [...]

[...] Sometimes the powder was rusty and sometimes whitish. [...]

[...] This time, while bending over my desk, I saw with inner vision a rusty opened sardine can lying on a worn wooden shelf. [...]

[...] I also discovered, to my surprise, that I was somewhat rusty at taking notes.

[...] The nail I stepped on penetrated rather deeply through the sole of my shoe, but was not very painful; but since it was rusty we thought it best to get a tetanus shot. [...]

[...] Sometimes the powder was rusty and sometimes whitish. [...]