“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Rob and I started talking about them as I sat on the bed, and we got ready to retire. I remembered and described three of them, thought there was a fourth, but couldn’t remember it. This is the first time we’ve discussed those paintings in … ten years?

On Wednesday I must have picked up on Peg’s visit earlier that same evening; her visit to Lib’s, her specific interest in the paintings. She asked someone to check the name because she wasn’t sure they were Rob’s work. Then later that night, relaxed, sitting on the bed, somehow those inner perceptions (of mine) would have surfaced … but without revealing their source. I can’t remember why I began the discussion, for example. So exactly what unconscious processing went on?

All of this reminds me of my old idea of a projected book: The Contents of the Mind, or the Unofficial Contents of the Mind. After reading this first page of notes about Peg G. and the paintings, I remember my old ideas … that we organize the contents of our minds along certain lines that then become habitual.

My eyes scanned the list. Could 3 and 7 — egg carton and milk man — apply to Larry’s grocery store job? These I just marked evocative. Then I thought of another connection with “milk man” — our young fan, Larry, once would only drink milk, he was on a natural food diet — or had been. In fact, I had offered him milk as I went over my predictions … I suddenly remembered something else. That morning before beginning work, I sat at my desk unaccountably thinking about the way Rob and I had met. I had the impulse, for no particular reason, to write about the meeting today instead of writing on this book (The Magical Approach) and spent a good ten minutes thinking about the entire affair. In memory’s quick vivid images I saw the very first meeting:

The next morning, Tuesday, August 25, 1981, I scribbled down another short list of predictions. Reading them back I read “old friend, Auld Lang Syne.” Not likely, I thought, just after hearing from one old friend. Remembering the Ed affair of yesterday, I thought ironically this must be old friend week.

… It would be simple enough, of course, to ascribe Ruburt’s thoughts and feelings to mere coincidence. He remembered the vividness of his feelings at the time, however. It looked as if Peter and Polly were indeed going to arrive almost as if Ruburt had in fact called and invited them. That evening the visit did take place. Actually, some work had prevented the couple from leaving when they intended. Instead, they called later from their home to say that they were just beginning their trip, and would stop on their way.