“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Last Friday, April 25, was day 174 of the taking of the American hostages in Iran. Until that day the 53 prisoners had been held at two locations in Tehran, the capital city of that very turbulent land. As we ate breakfast early Friday, Jane and I were astounded by television news reports that in the predawn hours of the 25th, Iranian time, American commandos had failed in a very complicated attempt to rescue the hostages. Actually, our forces hadn’t come close to reaching the prisoners: Responsible were mechanical failures and two dust storms that the American helicopters had to struggle through before joining a group of transport planes at a remote airfield, code-named Desert One, in central Iran. By then three of the eight “choppers” were out of action. Since six of them were considered vital for a successful rescue, the mission was canceled at that point—but eight crewmen were killed when one of the remaining helicopters collided with a transport plane during a refueling attempt. The resulting fires and explosions could be seen and heard for miles through the desert night.

Many in the United States now feel that our country looks the fool before the rest of the world. The mildest epithet being applied to us in the Middle East is “stupid.” A few of our European allies, however, have expressed concern and sympathy. Our President’s main challengers for his office haven’t publicly criticized him, but neither have they defended him from foreign and domestic censure—and today our Secretary of State resigned in protest of the rescue mission. Our government is supposed to have begun preparing for the rescue shortly after the hostages were seized more than five months ago. All details of the failed attempt may not be released for months, or even years, but already critics are questioning whether the excessive secrecy surrounding the operation led to basic errors in planning and judgment, as well as poor anticipation of the mechanical factors involved.

As soon as they learned of the rescue attempt, the furious and contemptuous leaders of Iran announced that they were dispersing the hostages around their country in order to block another such endeavor. In spite of their previous threats, however, the Iranians have not harmed the hostages in reprisal for the operation, and our Administration has strongly warned them not to do so. And there for the moment events seem to swirl in place—storms of consciousness that, I think, are bound to combine in new patterns to further explore certain large challenges.¹

It turns out that the officer took Fred to the Rescue Mission, rather than the Salvation Army (they may be connected, for all we know). [...]

[...] I’d applied Remedy Rescue Cream to the knuckles of both hands. [...]

[...] I fixed her lower teeth, used the Rescue Remedy Cream on her right hand, did a little mail and worked on my grocery list. [...]

[...] I rubbed Steve’s Rescue Cream on the knuckles of Jane’s right hand, as I’d begun doing yesterday. [...]

[...] Phyllis emptied the Foley, and I applied the Rescue Remedy Cream to the knuckles of Jane’s right hand. [...]

[...] At 3:40 Cathy took her temperature—97.8. At 3:55 I applied Steve’s Remedy Rescue Cream to the knuckles of Jane’s right hand. [...]

(I also rubbed the Rescue Remedy Cream on the knuckles of Jane’s right hand, as I’d done yesterday. [...]

[...] I applied some Rescue Remedy Cream to the knuckles of Jane’s right hand, as usual. [...]

(I left at 7:05, after our usual routine of Rescue Remedy Cream which we’d forgotten yesterday, for the first time—massage with Oil of Olay, a nap, supper, and the prayer. [...]

[...] I apply the Rescue Remedy Cream to the knuckles of Jane’s right hand. [...]

[...] I applied Rescue Remedy Cream to the knuckles of Jane’s right hand. [...]

[...] Which reminded me that I’d applied the Remedy Rescue Cream earlier today. [...]

[...] Jane had thrown it away and I rescued it from the wastebasket in my studio. [...]