“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Right after the first snowfall two weekends ago, our landlord appeared with his Jeep and snowplow attached, and cleaned out our long curving driveway and the garage area in back of the apartment house. About a foot of snow had fallen, but this rather small amount still made things difficult for automobiles, and the area involved would mean hours of shoveling by hand.

(After the second foot of snow fell last weekend, the tenants of the house waited as usual for the landlord to appear with his plow. Drifts several feet deep had piled up in the driveway and against the garages. The landlord did not appear. Three days went by. It developed that he had thought we could shovel our own way out. By this time of course recriminations were beginning to fly back and forth by phone, although this did not involve Jane and me. Finally one of the tenants threatened to move, after feelings had been bruised all around. The situation was not without its comic aspects.

(By the time the landlord realized we couldn’t shovel our own way out, he couldn’t get his own plow into the driveway, nor could he hire help; everyone was busy. I was working overtime at my job also. I felt the brakes on our car needed adjusting so I wasn’t planning to drive personally regardless; this made it somewhat easier to be objective about the whole thing. I also decided that I wasn’t going to get excited about it in any event. Then yesterday morning it developed that the thermostaton the furnace was not working; we got up to a cold house, and this led to more telephone messages, the calling of a specialist, etc.

(The specialist, actually the man who keeps the house in good running order for the landlord, is a personal friend of his. While talking to Jane he mentioned that our landlord’s books had been called in by the Internal Revenue Service.

(The session was held this evening with the chance that it might be interrupted. One of the tenants in the house had finally located a man with a plow, who was due to clear the area at 9 PM this evening. Everybody in the house was to chip in to pay him. We decided to go ahead with the session anyhow, on the chance the man with the snowplow did not show up, or was late.

He is indeed in the wrong, but over tax matters, certain falsifications. Also certain procedures on the borderline, concerning the house in which you live. He is worried that the illegal tax methods in connection with his business will be discovered.

Some connection with a long-term contract. Some irregularity in almost all property arrangements. Bonds, the private papers originally kept at the hill house, then moved.

I do not seem to see a courtroom situation however, but a settling up, or an agreement to settle up. An admission and settlement of some kind, through a lawyer. Perhaps a penalty paid, but with no confinement. A lawyer convinces him to settle, and avoid going to court, and through certain manipulations this part of it will be taken care of. (Another long pause.) Some money will be borrowed. The hill property will be sold, or used for collateral. Stocks will be sold. He will not lose his own house because of this.

(Joe Cernohorsky is the specialist mentioned on page 248, the man who keeps the apartment house we live in, in running order for the landlord. Joe and the landlord are of an age, 50, and have been friends for years. Jane and I have never met Joe’s wife, and have no idea what kind of connection Seth might be referring to.