“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“That’s the system,” Connie Lido said when I told her Fred hadn’t told us he’d signed that form. Over in her office, Kim Evans said that the report on Jane noted that her joints were “frozen.” and I explained to her that that wasn’t the case at all—another instance of lack of communication. She also explained something to me about indigence—how, after a certain period of time Jane and I would be considered separate people so that she could qualify Medicaid payments, I believe—and that, even if they got after me to make up those payments, I could refuse to do so. This is certainly garbled—but she made some notes on it, and I’ll be giving them to Pete, or at least telling him about them when I call him in the morning.

They are no more than insect sounds—perhaps irritating, but unimportant. Ruburt will not be forced to take any steps toward moving to another location, without his consent and approval—underline approval. Such affairs are only the shadows of probabilities—that is, experienced merely as shadows, and not fleshed out, because of your own better attitudes and knowledge. Ruburt will have no setbacks, tell him, and his improvements will continue. He will be able to go home, and in some comfort, long before you may imagine.

(“I figure on calling Pete tomorrow morning and telling him about today’s events, but I don’t want to change probabilities by dwelling upon them. At the same time, I get angry when I think we’re being manipulated, and so forth. I feel a conflict there. I don’t want to change our present situation here in the hospital when we’re getting results, so I don’t really know what to do....”)

It is perfectly reasonable to contact your lawyer, and tell him the situation without stressing negatives, and without allowing yourself to get too upset. The session itself should help content your mind about the situation.

(I did call Pete at 9:00 AM. and outlined as best I could yesterday’s events. I’m to mail him all the forms and figures I got from Kim Evans. Pete said that at the moment he was as confused as I was. “These people all speak their own languages,” he said, “and if you’re on the outside you don’t know what they’re saying.” Too true.

(Pete surprised me by saying that he’d talked to Fred Kardon yesterday, here in town. Fred, he said, was on the defensive. Pete ended up getting mad at him—for Fred contradicted himself by saying that Jane required acute care, but that all the other facilities in town said they rejected her for that very reason. I don’t know whether I’m correct in this interpretation or not, but Pete said Fred was evidently trying to protect himself. So’s everyone else, I said. I told Pete about Fred signing that form on November 18, saying Jane didn’t require acute care.

(Pete also wants a copy of Steve Blumenthal’s last letter, so I’ve made a copy of that to mail him with the Infirmary material today. I’ll stop at the post office to pick up some Christmas stamps. What’s Christmas?)