“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(The 67th envelope object was a penciled note written on one side of a piece of white paper by our neighbor, Leonard Yaudes. See page 319. The folded note shown below the object is my own, made at the time I discovered Leonard’s note stuck in our door on Sunday morning. Thus Leonard wrote his note in answer to a phone call by my mother at 10:05 Sunday morning, August 14. We do not have a phone.

(The greeting card represented on pages 320-21 figures in the envelope data, and so is shown also. It was not used in the envelope. The card was mailed to Jane and me by my mother from Tunkhannock, PA, on August 11,1966. It is on file along with the envelope, bearing date, ZIP code, etc.

(My own note, bearing the time and date, shown at the bottom of page 319, was clipped to the envelope object. I removed it before enclosing the object between two pieces of Bristol, then sealing the sandwich in the usual double envelopes.

(See the tracing of the actual object on page 319, and the copies of the greeting card on page 320-21. Notes pertaining to both are found on page 322, and will be developed as we run through the connections we make with the envelope object. Seth adds a few comments after break.

(“A card with a cartoon.” Yes. See pages 320-21. Again, this is not the object, but the card and the object are strongly related both in emotional content and in our physical time.

(“Something misplaced.” Leonard Yaudes, the author of the object, has recently lost a pair of garden shears. Jane subjectively feels this is the correct interpretation. I wondered if it might not refer to our search for the greeting card, described on page 327. Jane might have had subconscious knowledge that the card was lost. She was well aware that she was giving data concerning this card. I did not think of this possibility at the time and so did not ask Seth.

(“Four plus one.” Usually one can make a connection with a number, without knowing whether it is correct. Four plus one could apply to the date Leonard wrote the note used as object. See the copy of the folded slip I clipped to the object, on page 319. This slip bore the date, August14,1966. Other connections could be made if one chooses to interpret the data as four plus one means five, etc. Thus there is a five on the object itself in the time noted: 10:05. Also: The card was mailed to us from 54 Slocum Avenue, Tunkhannock, PA.

(“Monumental. A monumental occasion.” See the copy my mother wrote inside the greeting card, shown on page 321, in which she refers to finally arriving in Tunkhannock to visit my brother and his family. My parents live in Sayre, 50-some miles north of Tunkhannock. My father does not drive much anymore, and traveling is difficult for them. We think that in my mother’s eyes the visit to Tunkhannock can legitimately be called a monumental occasion. Her copy begins: “At last we made it to Tunk…”

(“A folded card. Writing on the inside. Printed matter and handwriting.” All of this refers to the greeting card shown on pages 320-21, and sent to Jane and me by Mother on August 14,1966. The envelope object itself is not folded.

(“Several colors. White, orange, red perhaps, this being circular, and a yellow. Plus dark printing.” All of this applies to the greeting card, which we received in the mail either on August 12 or 13, and was of course seen by Jane. The envelope object came into being August 14. All of the above is accurate with the exception that there is no yellow on the card. The orange, red applies to the red halftone used on the cartoon figure, as indicated on page 319.

(First Question: “Can you be more specific about the I L I A?” “No. Perhaps it could be a reference to Illinois, but that is all I see.” The greeting card was manufactured in Illinois, as shown in small print to the right of the logo on page 4.

(3rd Question: “What’s that about a black cat?” “A distant connection. (Pause.) A loss of an advantage, or period of poor luck.” See the explanation re. the black cat on page 328. Seth’s additional data here conjures up the thought that the neighbor’s black cat also serves as the classic symbol of bad or poor luck; the connection here being the failing health of my father, and the failing health in a more drastic way of Mr. Meeker, the father-in-law of my brother Loren. It was while at Loren’s that my mother sent us the greeting card. When she called us on August 14, she, of course, discussed the health both of my father and Mr. Meeker.