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“When Seth listed the families of consciousness last January,3 but didn’t include the Grunaargh, Rob asked him about it in the 738th session. In Jane’s final class, Rob read Seth’s explanation having to do with family ‘mergings.’ Right away, right there in class, I knew what was behind the feeling I’d had about this family: Members of the Grunaargh, and I personally, were involved in the invention of movable type. I write ‘were’ out of habit, because I have this delightful feeling that my printing, writing, and newspaper interests now are what led me to be drawn to the same things back then, even as my work there caused me to be interested in the same things now — an exchange across the board.
(Jane’s ESP class for Tuesday evening, February 25, took place the day after the 739th session was held, and was her last one before we began preparing for our move to the hill house. Sue Watkins was present. During class I read aloud Seth’s material from the 738th session on the Grunaargh family of consciousness,1 which Sue had tuned in to during the 598th session for November 24, 1971. After class, Sue told us that she believed she’d been associated with the Grunaargh family — in Europe — through printing processes dating from the 1400’s, or possibly somewhat earlier. Since Sue herself is a Sumari, like Jane and me, I asked her to write an account of her feelings, thinking it would furnish a good example of one person’s emotional and intellectual involvement with a family of consciousness other than their own — and yes, of their reincarnational memories of those activities.
“It all gives me this feeling of great hilarity that I often have about these ideas. And the thought of families of consciousness merging for different reasons — even while I accept that all of this is put in very limited terms — seems to have such perfect inner logic and delightful playfulness about it that I launch into the mergings notion with all kinds of questions, and impressions exploding outward.
5. “My friend wanted nothing but plain, simple letters — nothing fancy,” Sue told Jane and me as we discussed her material. She drew some of the typefaces either designed or approved by that large, male, “earlier” creation of her whole self. In all cases the letters were of the cleanest simplicity, both for esthetic reasons and ease in carving and casting.
(These notes give me a chance to hint at another in the series of “house connections” that Jane and I have become so much aware of this month — for there is a close professional relationship between the owner of the Foster Avenue house and the real estate agency through which we’re buying the house on the hill. [...] There are more intertwinings here [including some art elements] than it’s necessary to describe; but studying just this one complex house connection, then seeing how it combines with some of the others we’ve become conscious of; leaves Jane and me more than a little bemused by this interlocking reality we’re creating.2
[...] Once you made up your minds to, you found your house — with characteristic swiftness, let me add, and you avoided several pitfalls.
For you, Joseph (as Seth calls me), the place is reminiscent. [...]