“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The phone rang, though. Peg G. from the Star Gazette called; there was a fan from South Africa, just in town from NYC to see me. He was right there waiting, would I talk to him at least—on the phone? My whole arm hurt as I picked up the receiver.... I’d been right about people prowling around all right!

These particular events began Friday though now Monday afternoon I’ve nearly forgotten what Friday was really like. I do recall being awakened by Rob later Friday than usual. He told me that Prentice had called about a radio-phone show and that I was to return the call. I was aware of some dismay. I didn’t want to be bothered; now that I’d recently agreed to do some such shows, everyone it seemed would start calling. Resolutely I replaced the issue in my mind by trying to compose a limerick....

“Hello,” I said when he came to the phone, and his voice was dull and flat, full of self pity; he was sure I wouldn’t see him. And instead of rousing sympathy in me his downcast mood had the opposite effect; I don’t care if you came from Timbuktu by refugee ship, I thought. His call reminded me finally of his letter and my response that I wouldn’t be able to see him during his trip. I said some usual polite things in a usual polite voice and that was that. The next day I learned from Peg that he’d come by bus, had to stay the night, didn’t have much money—his reality, I reminded myself firmly, not mine. Still, vaguely uneasy I called off a half-planned evening of company with friends—luckily before I’d actually invited them, and we had a Seth session instead, still another in an effort to get me out of my own physical problems. This one was at Rob’s suggestion.

[...] Your mail will grow heavier, particularly if people cannot reach you by phone. [...] Particularly if your phone is unlisted, the mail should be acknowledged at least.

(This session came about because of a phone call I took today from the publicity department at Prentice-Hall. The young girl made an innocent-enough request about Jane doing a radio-phone interview with a station in Houston, Texas. A few weeks earlier Jane had tentatively okayed with publicity the idea of doing an occasional radio-phone interview, based on the condition that first she obtain one of those desk microphones/telephones so that she didn’t have to hold the phone for an hour or more. [...]

[...] It is also true, however, that his hands and arms became more aggravated in their condition precisely because he did not want to be able to hold the phone to do an hour show. In response, he thought about a gadget that would automatically allow him to speak without holding the phone for so long—this in response to Prentice’s latest project. [...]

(Jane exchanged phone calls with Betty Taylor [of Harcourt Brace, among other publishers] on September 8 & 9. Betty Taylor called Jane first. [...]

[...] Jane called B.T. the next day and was given verification of some points by B.T. over the phone. [...]

(Apropos of the two phone calls involving Betty Taylor, Miss Taylor has expressed an interest in coming to attend a session.

(“A phone call.” [...] Jane answered the note, received in July 1965, by phone. [...]

[...] A phone call. [...]

[...] See the notes after “phone call” above. [...]

[...] “Ruburt has a phone connection, of course.” Jane had to have a phone put in for the teaching job, since she would be on daily call. She insisted on a black wall phone, in the face of the company’s efforts to sell her more expensive colored phones, etc. [...]

Ruburt here has a phone connection, of course.

[...] Also, Jane insisted on a black phone.

[...] The phone rings and at first I can’t tell if the ring is really here or from the radio, and when I answer the phone the voice is distant; it asks for Rob. [...] Rob turned off the radio so he could hear on the phone…. [...]

The phone represented distractions. [...]

[...] Thus Leonard wrote his note in answer to a phone call by my mother at 10:05 Sunday morning, August 14. We do not have a phone.

[...] My mother made the phone call that resulted in the object; my father is in poor health, and she talked of this when Jane returned the phone call at about noon on Sunday, August 14. [...]

[...] The connection between the two being the fact that the object concerned a phone call to us from my mother; and that my mother was also the sender of the card to us.

(We were talking at 3:45 when the phone rang. [...]

[...] The phone rang at 10:25. [...]

[...] On phone a man makes appointment to take me to dinner to discuss giving me an excellent position but I can’t hear him properly and got to another office to check time, etc. [...]

[...] I gave him the names and phone number of Kathy Hagen, the Blue Cross supervisor who had seemingly turned down our major medical claim, and read to him the statement as to why that Andrew Fife had given me yesterday afternoon. Then I gave Pete Mary Krebs’s phone number, in Utilization Review at the hospital; she determines the level of patient care, reviews medical records, etc. [...]

[...] At 4:45, before I turned Jane on her side, Lynne came in to tell me I had a phone call at the nurse’s station. [...]

(At about 8:50 PM Jane received a phone call from Tom Hartley, a newspaper friend of ours, inviting us to a party next Saturday, November 29. [...]

(As soon as she received the invitation from Tom, Jane now reminded me, she accepted it without consulting with me, even though I sat almost beside her as she spoke on the phone. [...]

(Jane now told me that just before Seth mentioned the phone call in the session, she had an image of a man in the distance, in a kind of milky fog or atmosphere. [...]

[...] I became extremely busy after my wife came home, making what seemed like endless calls and trips about getting prescriptions filled, about trying out various kinds of beds and mattresses and chairs and hospital gowns, about insurance, about a commode, about having a speaker phone hooked up to our regular phone so that Jane wouldn’t have to hold the standard bulky handset to her ear. [...]

[...] He delivered a name and phone number from a woman in Alberta, Canada, who wanted Jane to call her. [...]

[...] I’d just turned Jane when the phone rang. [...]

(While I was on the phone an attendant brought us a letter from Sue Watkins. [...]

[...] You will know the phone will not interrupt you, with both doors closed. [...]

[...] The phone should not be answered, however. [...]

[...] Just below it she found a notice that I’d missed completely: a rather large advertisement from the phone company, for Jeanne Dixon’s Horoscopes-by-Phone. [...]

(But louder:)We will not have a minute Seth session by phone, for example. [...]

[...] A mourning dove makes its lonely lovely sound; Frank comes in to make a phone call—ordering concrete for later today; Rob is typing in another room, the FM radio station is playing a symphony; outside my side window the green leaves shimmer in the air; and again, everything seems synchronized in its own fashion; everything separate yet together. [...]

[...] On the page 11 side of the object is a line of type below the illustration and just above the last line: Sorry, no mail or phone. On the page 12 side of the object, at the bottom, are three lines of small type containing many New York City phone numbers and addresses. Above this is the line: Mail and phone orders filled. [...]

[...] Note, re mail, is referred to in the mail and phone lines of type on both sides of the object, as noted under the telephone data interpreted on page 159.

[...] These would include phone letters, personal names, etc. [...]