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(Jane felt much better today after hitting something of a low spot recently. Today also saw the shooting of Senator Robert F. Kennedy. John Pitre phoned this evening from Louisiana, with three questions for Jane. These concerned John’s uneasy feeling about his wife Peg, last week; the strange loss of feeling in his legs in hot weather; and an effort to learn something from Seth about a pilot who disappeared some four years ago in a light plane near John’s hometown, Franklin, LA, which is close to the Gulf of Mexico.

(Note that here Seth implies that Senator Kennedy, who was alive at the time of this session, would die. In fact the Senator did die the next morning, close to 5 AM, EDT.)

There are close psychological connections in all cases—psychological web-works, and psychic recognitions that bring together the slayer and his victim, and these are known to the inner self. The stature and meaning behind the victim adds to the horrible nature of the act, and of course this is the point.

Give us a moment. (Hand up, eyes closed, one minute pause.)

Another tragedy due, either closely connected with the present situation, with those involved in this present situation, or with another member of the Kennedy family.

Now Johnson (the President) could also be in for some difficulty, in terms of health, and his heart. (Pause, eyes closed, gesture.) Do not ask questions while we thicken Ruburt’s fog… There is something we are trying to get through about Humphrey… I believe his will be the nomination.

(Pause, eyes closed. There followed a three-minute pause as Jane sat quietly in the rocker with one hand raised to her eyes.)

The eldest brother in the Kennedy family initially intended to take President Kennedy’s role. The two were closely bound, but the elder refused the role.

(10:34. Our cat had become caught behind a venetian blind, and was making a racket trying to get free. I freed him then deposited him behind a closed door while Jane sat waiting, eyes closed.)

(Seth paused, smiling faintly, eyes closed.)

The man Ruburt thinks of with the funny eyes is a fairly good portrait of the artist I told you of. He always wore a cap, however. (Long pause; slower pace, eyes closed.) It is as he was in a Belgium life.

This time, 1317-1351. (Long pause.) Beside him a table and a golden goblet. A red velvetlike chair, with ornate wood. (Eyes closed, Jane made gestures.) Draperies behind a self-portrait he did of himself. (Pause; pace slow.)