“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“Six plus one.” Bill Gallagher’s birthday is on July 1—six plus one for a total of seven. The poem used as object was written by Jane and me for the birthday occasion which occurred on July 1.

(“With a 1964 or ‘65 event.” We are not sure. Jane thinks this refers to her writing some poems for Peg’s birthday also. She believes she did this in January of 1966 however. Jane thinks the idea of this data is correct, in that she wrote the poems for Peg before she wrote the one for Bill’s birthday six months later.

(The object for the 71st envelope experiment was the first draft of a poem Jane and I wrote for Bill Gallagher’s birthday, which fell on Friday, July 1st. We wrote it first aloud in the car as we drove about. Jane then typed up what we could remember; we corrected it as shown on page 51, then Jane copied it over to give Bill, along with a cake. This first draft was typed on yellow paper; I folded it as shown to insert it in the usual double envelope, after sandwiching it between two pieces of Bristol. More details later.

[...] During our conversation Jane said that today—November 4—was her mother’s birthday. For the life of me I couldn’t recall my own mother’s birthday. I finally guessed it was April 9—but it’s July 9. I remembered father’s birthday okay—July 20. [...]

(10:48.) Now: briefly for our friend: tell him I said happy birthday.

As mentioned, the (45th) birthday was important for what it meant to him, and there is a connection with you at that age—except that he has more knowledge now than you had then. [...]

The other reason for his discomfort has to do with his birthday, coupled with the idea of Mother’s Day, which is tomorrow.

The idea of Mother’s Day made him half resentful and half sorrowful because of the poor relationship between him and his mother (long pause), and he had hoped for further improvements in time for his birthday.

[...] I saw the birthday/Mother’s Day hassle as only the latest wrinkle in a 20-year cycle of reasons for the symptoms. [...]

[...] You may sing “happy birthday” to me—I will give you a list of my birthdays and you can have a party at every class.

[...] You may sing “Happy Birthday” to me—I will give you a list of my birthdays and you can have a party at every class! [...]

(This is a summary of our free-association material for Tuesday, May 8, 1984 — Jane’s 55th birthday:

[...] We also had trouble with it today because, it being her birthday, several extra interruptions took place as various staff members came in to sing to us, and so forth. [...]

(Thoughts of her birthday at once led her to Mother’s Day and her own mother, Marie. [...]

Immediately following the birthday his energies are more certain of themselves. The subconscious remembers the struggles of physical birth, and immediately following his birthday is a time of expansion. [...]

After his birthday, immediately after, the day following, is an excellent day to give up his smoking habit. [...]

(Jane’s birthday is May 8. She was born in 1929.)

[...] You can consider this session as your birthday present.

[...] My birthday is June 20.

(“Do you have birthdays?”)

I hereby (smile) offer you sincere congratulations upon your birthday.

He wanted them to wish you a happy birthday. [...]

[...] In addition one of them was a coworker of mine, and told Jane the office had forgotten today was my birthday; when they remembered, they planned a party for tomorrow.)

(Today is Jane’s birthday.

(I hadn’t had time to buy Jane’s birthday presents, although we both know what she wants—hot plate for the kitchen, and a summer bed spread. [...]

Now: tell Ruburt I said “Happy birthday.”

(The crew at the hospital did have a birthday party for me, and even though I knew what they were up to, it was still a delightful surprise, what with their obvious good will and cheers, the cards, and the food — more than we could eat, at least Jane and I. Mary, the head nurse, made the chocolate cake with chocolate icing. [...]

[...] Various people stopped in to wish me a happy birthday.

Were you born once in winter,
in Europe’s ice and snow,
when villages were dark at night
and wolves roamed the towering hills?
Or dark-skinned, did your swaddling cry
pierce Egypt’s early dawn?
How many birthdays come and gone,
how many homelands, each your own?
How many loves have whispered through
the patterns of your mind?
How many sons and daughters have grown
from your womb or loins?
What voices merge with mine
to wish you happy birthday,
and what loves within your past
lay out a feast of wine and cakes?

2. Jane spent considerable time before my birthday (I turned 58 on June 20) preparing a sketch book of poems and colored drawings as a present for me. [...]

Thoughts of your own next birthday, for instance, may instantly lead you to think of past ones, or a series of birthday pictures may come to mind of your own twelfth birthday, your third, your seventh, in an order uniquely your own. [...]

[...] Del’s birthday for instance is in December; we do not know the month of Maxine’s birthday. [...]

[...] The photograph was taken on the woman’s birthday, and the corsage was a surprise.

[...] It developed that Jane had to think hard in order to tentatively link the object with a hand-knit sweater she had received from her mother as a birthday present. Jane’s birthday is May 8, but she received the package sometime after this; we located a letter from Jane’s mother dated May 10, in which she discusses mailing the sweater to Jane soon. [...]

[...] Jane believes the note was actually written on the back of a birthday card. [...]

[...] She seemed to be a little more comfortable, now that her birthday and Mother’s Day are past — factors, Seth said, that contributed to her discomfort.)

(Today is Jane’s birthday. [...]

[...] When Seth came through again in a few minutes he said, humorously: “Tell Ruburt I said ‘Happy Birthday’” — then gave a page of material for Jane on another subject. [...]

(“A distant connection here incidentally with a birthday, and the number seven.” [...] Marilyn said however that she felt this data could refer to the fact that her father’s birthday is on March 7, and that the camera which Don took the photo used as object belongs to her father. [...]

A distant connection here incidentally with a birthday and the number seven.

The birthday impression was correct.

[...] After breakfast I called to see if the bank was open today, since I wanted to open the account for Jane’s hospital fund, but it was closed for Washington’s birthday. [...]