I took another trip up to the river today. Not even a bump. I lost a big one yesterday. The spoon seems to be the ticket lately.

I fished yesterday and the day before. I can get up there less now that I have to be careful of the cost of these trips. I came up empty on Tuesday but I knew there were fish around so I returned yesterday. The usual spots didn't produce so I went up river a bit where I started to throw a spoon. I was able to get it to the other side of the river and I let it fall a bit before applying tension to the line. I knew by how the spoon was wobbling and by the speed of the drift that it was both performing correctly and moving slowly enough in the zone. After a few wump, wump, wumps it felt like I hit something. And then that something started to pull back, at times taking out line. Very cool. That one was a feisty male. It was a very good fight for its 6 lb. size.




I knew there would be one more spot in that area holding promise, so again I hucked the spoon to the other side of the river. It nearly went into the brush, landing in the shallow water at the river's edge. I couldn't let this throw tumble as much so I raised my rod so that the spoon would catch the water's flow. It slowly drifted down with that rhythmic wobble when wham, another hooked fish stopped the drift and then started taking out line. This fish was much larger. I couldn't land her where I was so I climbed down from my rock and landed her a little below. She measure at 31 in., a hen full of beautiful orange eggs.



It had been since October on the Grande Ronde that I have landed a steelhead. I needed this. Getting two fish on this river does not happen that often. On top of that I had wanted to hook a fish on hardware at the beginning of the drift, from the other side of the river, since I heard that it is possible. And I did it twice. If I had only brought my float and jig rod my day would have ended much differently.

I work today and I have the next two days off. I'll be working Christmas eve and Christmas day. I set up the more important parts of Mom's creche set and it looks good. I'm going fishing tomorrow morning so I threw together some jig lures. Aum Peace Peace Peace.

Here is a post of Seth on Christmas:

"Do not think that Christmas is too camp. In your civilization, when
you allow it to, it speaks to the child in you. Accept the child and
enjoy the myth, for behind the myth there is truth, and the truth is
that you are reborn. And the truth is that the inner self does have
the wonder of a child.

Other stories have been wound about those truths, but the truths
remain. The god Pan has as great a validity as Christ has. The names
change; the stories change to fit your ideas and your civilization.

Now, I prefer Pan piping his magic flutes over the countryside and
drinking wine, to a Christ born to be crucified. But that is my idea;
you pick your own.

Behind all the myths is the reality. You are born with the wonder of
a child again to remake the world in a new image. Christmas should
represent the rebirth of the self.

Seth Speaks should be called You Speak.

So listen to yourselves.

It is fashionable to think in terms of Buddha and Eastern religions.
And it is not fashionable to think of the infant Christ, for example.
So you are 'in' if you think of Buddha, and 'out' if you dare to let
a tear show when they play a Christmas carol.

The same thing is involved. You are still dealing with systems of beliefs and
myths that have grown through the ages. And each of them has their degree of
validity and their degree of distortion.

Santa Claus-Ho Ho-is relatively harmless considering what your
religions have done. If you are bad you get a hunk of coal, and if
you are good you get a goody. But what about a god who says if you
are good you will go to heaven and if you are bad you burn through
all eternity? Place your indignation where it belongs!

All of the gods in your myths die and are rewarded-from the time of
your ancient memory, and through the ages of the memory of your race.
So it is simply said again and again, in terms that you understand,
according to the time in which you think you live: That you are born
again and again, and the trials of the gods are your own, and so are
their triumphs and their joys.

The symbols used are also colored by the times, and they are
personified, so winter and the cold that sweeps across the earth are
used to symbolize the death of the soul. Not a death, however, but
transformation. If you understood your myths, you could use them
effectively. When you think that they are reality, however, they can
entrap you.

You are the stories that the Soul tells.

You are your own stories, and you create your ideas of God according to your
interpretation of greater realities that you understand and do not understand.
You are catching up with your own understanding, but as soon as you understand,
there is more to learn because creativity is never still and never done and
never finished.

In other worlds there are other Christmas tales, each with their own
story and rhyme.

But none of them denies the intense and eternal NOW which is being forever
created and in which you have your quite natural existence.

And none of it denies the joyful vitality that is your own, neither the
bewilderment in your eye, nor the pleasure in yours. All of this is meant to
illuminate the joy and ease of your own being, and meant to generate within you,
if you will forgive me, that old Ho-Ho-Ho-the vitality and the laughter and the
joy that is your being.

If you understood thoroughly what I am trying to say to
you, you would be laughing with me and enjoying your own grizzly
beard and hair, and, as you looked around at each other, you would
see yourselves as all ages, reborn time and time again and with your
identity alive within you now.

The truth is not something apart from you. You each are truth,
speaking and living in physical form. Seth Speaks is within you and
not in a book. You are the book. Then joyfully listen to what your
feelings tell you. Your thoughts and your feelings are both natural
and both yours.

And your joy is within you, Christmas or non-Christmas, Santa Claus or no Santa
Claus, December 25 or the 4th of July. Your atoms and molecules shout with the
joy of their own being; listen to them. Feel within their fleshy substance your
own spirituality.

Look at the Christmas tree; your cells and molecules shine a million
times more brightly. Your eyes glitter with far greater light.
You are love in corporeal form.

You do not have to look for it or wonder where to find it or give it in packages
with bright ribbon. You are packages with bright ribbon.

Christmas is now and was yesterday and will be tomorrow. It is in
you, in Buddha, in Pan, in Christ, in Mohammad, in an ant and in a
frog, and in your eyes and with you, each of you.

You are each, then, Christmas.

You shine and glitter whether or not you know it. You shout 'Merry Christmas'
even when you cry.

You cannot deny your own vitality or being.

Let the vitality and energy, therefore, ring out through your own
knowledge. Let it awaken within you the knowledge of your being.
Dance through your own molecules and scatter your own petals!"

Taken from the transcript of an ESP class session of December 19, 1972

Happy birthday to me. I'm going to look for a birthday steelhead.
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I went to work yesterday for the staff holiday party and I ended up having to stay to work. They were short a person so I worked my list. I really didn't want to, mostly because I didn't expect to. I'd like a little warning.

In the morning I headed up to the river. The flows are high now. The water looked better than yesterday but the fish don't seem to be around. Maybe I'll get out again on Tuesday. I think I ate my last piece of fish from the freezer. It is beyond time to land another one. At this point I'm a meat fisherman.

I have been slowly sifting and sorting through stuff (mostly papers) that I have been lugging around for years. Most of my recent financial-type papers I no longer need I've shredded. I still have a bag of them from pre-Kirkland to go through. Gone are my school papers from BCC and BC. Thank God. The books are still here waiting to be sold.

I also have things, not of paper, to look over, go through and then keep or not keep. This has been a protracted task. Maybe endeavor would better describe this undertaking. I think it all started when I cleaned out my 6,000 plus email inbox. I'm happy to say that I now have 57 in my inbox.

As I said before on another venue, I have been meaning to do this for years. I guess I'm starting from new. I want a clear desk. Perhaps after that I can place on there a pen and paper. I'd also like to start running again. I've given up on that for now. It is nice to be writing here again rather than doing short status updates. Cheers.

School fell through. No place for me and clinical. I've been fishing now, and work and running. I went eight miles yesterday with our Saturday club run. I was very glad to be able to not only keep up but run at the head of our group for the last few miles. I take my successes where I can get them.

I think I'm gonna ride the motorcycle to work today. I had to get towed last Sunday. I hope that doesn't happen again. School is in jeopardy. More later.

Yup, by the skin of my teeth. I will do much better next quarter.

Jane Roberts as Seth,
SESSION 674, JULY 2, 1973,
9:23 P.M. MONDAY

"Affirmation means acceptance of your own miraculous complexity. It means saying "yes" to your own being. It means acquiescing to your reality as a spirit in flesh. Within the framework of your own complexity, you have the right to say "no" to certain situations, to express your desires, to communicate your feelings.

"If you do so, then in the great flow and sweep of your eternal reality there will be an overall current of love and creativity that carries you. Affirmation is the acceptance of yourself in your present as the person that you are. Within that acceptance you may find qualities that you wish you did not have, or habits that annoy you. You must not expect to be "perfect." As mentioned earlier, your ideas of perfection mean a state of fulfillment beyond which there is no future growth, and no such state exists. (See the 626th session in Chapter Five, for instance.)
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"Affirmation is in the spontaneous motion of the body as it dances. Many churchgoers who consider themselves quite religious do not understand the nature of love or affirmation as much as some bar patrons, who celebrate the nature of their bodies and enjoy the spontaneous transcendence as they let themselves go with the motion of their beings.
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"In the Sermon on the Mount, the phrase (to the effect that) ". . . the meek shall inherit the earth" (Matthew 5:5), has been grossly misinterpreted.

"Christ meant, "You form your own reality. Those who think thoughts of peace will find themselves safe from war and dissension. They will be untouched by it. They will escape, and indeed inherit the earth."


"Thoughts of peace, particularly in the middle of chaos, take great energy. People who can ignore the physical evidence of wars and purposely think thoughts of peace will triumph but in your terminology the word "meek" has come to mean spineless, inadequate, lacking energy. In Christ's time, the phrase about the meek inheriting the earth implied the energetic use of affirmation, of love and peace."

So I am having trouble at the sites. How much of this is me not being able to work in this type of environment and how much of this is me learning in my own way and rhythm? People in the business (doctors and nurses) have told me to not let them make me quit. They have advised me to keep soldiering on. This may be the one thing I'll be grasping onto now. Needless to say I have been having my own doubts. I still see myself at the end of the summer picnic, maybe. This is odd. On a bicycle none the less. This would be a very welcome message.

Wow, I haven't been here for a really long time. It is like shifting back to a previous incarnation almost. Well, maybe not that extreme. I am almost finished with my third quarter of school. I'd like to say it is going well, but it hasn't. The school part is fine but my time in practice at the sites has been a great challenge. I don't know whether I will be able to finish this. In any case I am going to try. I get plenty of feedback from those who know me and they invariably are wholeheartedly behind me. To a person they tell me to not give up. So here I go trying to make a good impression in the last three weeks.

I don't know whether I will get through this. My sight is limited. It is almost as if another me has to show up and continue this through. I wonder whether the saying that, "nothing worth doing is easy" is really true? It is quite painful right now screams the pot in the kiln.

Aisle Say (Seattle): THE VELVET RUT

Aisle Say (Seattle): THE VELVET RUT: "There is an equally affecting performance given by Sonya Walker, a girl with a dream whose journey out of a small town may be overly familiar as dramatic territory. What Ms. Walker manages, however, is to make her performance so infused with light and hope and goodness that it all seems fresh, and we care once more for a story we already know too well. As with many of the characters in this play, I was intrigued enough by the person that I felt shorted by the sparse information that I was given."

Where is Sonya?