“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(3:40. I returned to 330 from talking with Madeline Sullivan of social services. There’s no need to go into detail as to what we talked about. I explained to Jane that much of it was a rehash of what I’ve told other social service workers. We had a good exchange, and she’s a very understanding, perceptive lady. She made no notes, saying she usually doesn’t in order to keep other people from reviewing her files later. Who she may tell about our interview, I don’t know.

(I explained all the aspects of our situation as best I could, and asked some good questions. I think I made clear our current ideas about insurance, our work, the need for privacy, our opinions of various doctors and the medical establishment versus the lack of psychology they often display, and so forth. She knows of Pete Harpending through a family connection, and I told her to feel free to call him. I’ll send Pete her name and number.

(She explained that Jane hadn’t been offered a room on the second floor—because there wasn’t adequate staff to take care of her. [Jane later said Fred Kardon might have mentioned this some time ago; I don’t recall.] Madeline Sullivan said we were well off as far as our insurance goes, and I laughed and said, “Yes, only we can’t collect.” But she knows from family experience, she said, about troubles with medical expenses, insurance, and so forth. She said something about hospital policy being to review cases after a six-month period, but I couldn’t elicit from her when Jane’s current six-month period might have begun. The end of it could be as far off as next summer, I’m not at all sure.

(She has talked with Andrew Fife, and so knows at least something of our situation. She at least appeared, I told Jane, to be quite open to our way of thinking. The point I stressed—politely—was that at this time I wouldn’t make a move without legal advice, and that I wasn’t going to do anything that would compromise our position versus the insurance company.

(After lunch, and I’d done a little mail, Jane and I exchanged some of our gifts for each other. I gave her the hair barrettes, combs and other accoutrements, which I was pleased to see she liked, and she gave me a vest which Debbie had picked up for her, and an umbrella which Margaret Bumbalo had picked up for her. Unfortunately, the vest was too tight to button, and the umbrella couldn’t be properly folded up, once opened, for storage; I finally figured why after fussing with it for half an hour, and after a bit of a struggle I got it collapsed and tied so it couldn’t open up. Jane was irritated by then, and I’d almost forgotten how I’d laughed when I first opened up the package. A nice idea, and I could have used such a shelter last week, all right.

(I’m intrigued by Seth’s rather mysterious closing phrase, above, about this season as it was established long before the time of Christianity. Something similar in meaning to our Christmas season? I wouldn’t mind getting more on this, Jane.