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[...] I added that we expected the Dutch translation of the same book to be published later this year, but that we didn’t know just when this would happen — so Jane and I were understandably surprised last Thursday to receive a letter from a reader in Holland, informing us that he’d just purchased a copy of the Dutch edition of Seth Speaks! [...]
(On the same day we received the letter from Holland, Jane also heard from Eleanor Friede, her editor at Delacorte Press: Eleanor sent the first color proof of the jacket design for Emir. [...]
(“A letter written by an older person.” [...] As Seth tells us after break, the old reference concerns Bill Gallagher’s subjective feelings on his birthday last July 1. The letter reference here stems from the resemblance of the typed poem used as object to a letter, and echoes the note data, also discussed on page 57.
A letter written by an older person. [...]
(For the record: On June 1,1965 I mailed to Dr. G. H. Instream a letter explaining something of Jane’s ability and the Seth material, plus a list of the inner senses, a list of the basic laws of the universe, and copies of sessions 138, 141, 142, 149, 153 and 154. The letter was sent c/o Colgate University, Hamilton NY.
[...] Publicity material on the symposium wasn’t enclosed with the letter as stated, so on June 9 we wrote asking for this.
(Jane and I wondered whether Seth would mention the letter from Dr. Instream during this session, but he did not; just as he did not discuss my recent clairvoyant dream. [...]
[...] Both of you have a tendency to concentrate upon the ills of the world—and so that applies also to the mail, for you remember the letters of those who are in difficulty far more than other letters—and Ruburt thinks that he is simply one more person with a problem that seemingly cannot be solved. [...]
[...] “I can see how it’s all tied up with that stuff I typed this afternoon—on Wheeler’s stuff and that letter I got the other day....”
(She referred to four pages of material on black holes, etc., that she’d first written out last night, following a letter she received from Pensinger in Trumansburg, New York: I have a copy on file, and so does Jane. [...]
A letter by his hand. The letter is either from somewhere in Nebraska, or has some connection with Nebraska in the contents. [...] There is an April date, I believe April 11, in connection with the letter. [...]
(Last Friday Jane received a letter from Fate Magazine, to the effect that they would like to see, on speculation, an article dealing with Seth and the envelope experiments.
[...] Perhaps like dark lettering.
(Pause.) I have the impression, holding the object this way, (again the same gesture) of a rectangular object, a card that is connected with a picture, and strongly connected with something that opened, as a letter could open to another page.
(Seth added more as a result of the second question: “and strongly connected with something that opened, as a letter could open to another page.” [...]
(My question came because we had just received a long emotional letter from Julie Murtough in Chula Vista.)
[...] “Well,” I said, “presumably KR knew you tried to reach her, so since you never got a letter or note later, forget it. [...]
(I spent part of the afternoon and evening writing to Tam, asking him to defend us from the well-meaning but evidently inept efforts of various people in Canada and Switzerland to arrange for translations of Jane’s work in French, Italian, and Spanish—and I’d sworn off writing such letters following the fiasco with Ariston.... [...]
[...] But other quite as legitimate “yous” may write, read, and experience the same page backwards, or read each letter downward and back up again, as you would a column of figures. Or others might mix and match the letters in entirely different fashions altogether, forming entirely different sentences. [...]
She’d almost tear the apartment apart looking for the threatening letter that she was sure had come in the mail. [...] I suggested that we open her mail together each day, but then she still insisted that the letters came — slid beneath the door — and, of course, she always misplaced them or lost them. [...]
[...] She thought she was getting threatening letters.