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ROB'S PORTRAIT OF HIMSELF AS NEBENE, THE CRUSTY, RIGID SCHOOL TEACHER OF FIRST CENTURY ROME AND JERUSALEM AS WRITTEN UP IN THE FOLLOWING THREE BOOKS:

ADVENTURES IN CONSCIOUSNESS BY JANE ROBERTS,
CHAPTER 5, REINCARNATION HITS TOO CLOSE TO HOME: NEBENE AND SHIRIN

CONVERSATIONS WITH SETH BY SUSAN M. WATKINS,
VOLUMES I AND II (SEE INDEX)

THE "UNKNOWN" REALITY, A SETH BOOK BY JANE ROBERTS, VOL II, SESSIONS 721 AT 11:20 AND NOTES 9 AND 13;
724 AT 11:48 PM AND NOTE 3; 726 AT 11:04 PM;
AND 727 AND NOTE 9. ALSO APPENDIX 21 (SESSION 721) AND NOTE 1 AND APPENDIX 22

JANE ROBERTS' BLUEPRINT FOR MANKIND'S FUTURE, THE BLUEPRINT WRITTEN IN THE TISSUES AND CELLS OF THE SPECIES ITSELF -- ALTERNATE HYPOTHESES AS A BASE FOR PRIVATE AND PUBLIC EXPERIENCE AS WRITTEN IN HER NOVEL
OVERSOUL 7 AND THE MUSEUM OF TIME AND HER NON-FICTION BOOK PSYCHIC POLITICS

A POCKET OF PEACE BY MADELON ROSE LOGUE, FOURTH IN A SERIES OF SHORT STORIES SET IN THE REALITY OF THE CODICILS

"THE EXERIMENT THAT WOULD TRANSFORM YOUR WORLD WOULD OPERATE UPON THE BASIC IDEA THAT YOU CREATE YOUR OWN REALITY ACCORDING TO THE NATURE OF YOUR BELIEFS, AND THAT ALL EXISTENCE WAS BLESSED, AND THAT EVIL DID NOT EXIST IN IT."
- - SETH

Good News... THE COLLECTED POEMS OF THE BLACK SHEEP for 1994 - 2004 is ready to go!!! To order your copies, please print your name and address clearly on a piece of paper, as it will become the mailing label.

As with the Black Sheep, this gift-worthy limited special edition of poetry by the Black Sheep readers is supported by donations of MONEY in U.S. currency. The 8 1/2x11 spiral bound 67 page volume will be shipped to you either First Class of by Priority Mail.

How amazing it is when, like magic, the Sheep’s themes complement each other, pick each other up, one sheep continuing where another left off. My corrected Swallow poem, partly in the same form as Santiago’s wonderful Christopher Reeves poem, was in the mail to Madelon when, unbeknownst to me, her Sheep 62 with three swallows on its cover page was in the mail to me. Barbara Waddell’s lovely poem complements the stunning beauty of this crop circle with their circles of light or trailing water drops, water representing, of course, the stuff of life. This beautiful cover exemplifies what Helene Huber writes about the metaphysical beauty that love calls into being on pg. 18 telling us about HARP. June Agur in the first lines of her poem All Is Well starts it off with “All that we see, the beauty all around…”, and ends with “Now have faith in a future that all is well”, which harmonizes with the end line of My favorite Seth Quote “You form your present not from your past, but from, in your terms, your future.” There is Frank Dorchak’s The World’s Greatest Writer deciding to write Nothing, and Terry Post’s echoing this sentiment in his great comic strip Let It Steep with Nothing as its theme. Santiago writes that Eli Eli Izma sabzchtani in both Hebrew and Hawaiian means not “Why have you forsaken me” but How much weight you have bestowed upon me!” Paul Bura entitled his beautiful story Christmas and The Weight of the World. It did not escape me that Joan Ginter’s snowflakes on the cover illustrate my poem Winter with its first word “Snowflakes… “ so very beautifully. Here, of course, mrl’s magic can be seen for she puts it all together. I could go on and on. Just one more thing that happened to me with Sheep 62: On December 1, 2004 my friend Basha and I had been watching the 3^rd of a 5-tape video about the Kabbalah, which stressed among other things the importance of being pro-active rather than reactive. I had not heard the concept expressed in that way before with these same words, and when I came across them the following day while reading Sheep 62 I could only wonder. First I had not been aware of them and now had come across them twice in such a short time. I must tell Basha, I thought. Let me find the page so I can read it to her. Alas, I couldn’t find it. That’s when the phone rang. It was Basha. We had a good talk about family matters and the importance of being pro-active when I said to her, “I’m not going to look for it any longer but you have to believe me, it’s in this last Sheep.” We hung up, and I opened to Let It Steep. And there it was: “What are the practical implications of understanding Nothing? You become pro-active rather than reactive! Wow!

Love and Light, Ute Kaboolian, Cliffside Park, N. J.

Dec. 6^th, 98 (Santa Claus Day in Germany)

Dear Madelon,

Black Sheep #26 is another winner. How do you do it? Rob’s print on the cover is always a welcome sight. He’s working on Vol. 6. That’s good to know. I’ll devour the next two volumes as soon as they’re available. This Labor Day was the first time we didn’t have a barbecue because of the storm. So that my spirit could be in Buffalo, maybe?

Apropos Buffalo, in my coincidence account Always One I write: “A letter from Peter (Danison) to Angela (Cerio) -- mailed, as usual, from Dundee, New York to Staten Island, New York -- went astray, first traveling all the way to Buffalo, being canceled there, and, finally and belatedly, arriving at its destination. I took awhile to make the association, and did so only through the coincidence of happening to open my husband’s and my honeymoon album a short while later. Sure enough, all these many years ago, in 1958, the only recorded coincidence of our honeymoon had taken place in Buffalo and with two strangers!

Driving into the city, we had to stop for a light, so asked two men sitting in the car next to ours if they could recommend a hotel. They did. The following day, we met them again, strangers no longer. However, the most unusual feature of the case was that the two men had decided to eat in the same place and at the same time as my husband and I. The four of us could hardly believe our eyes. The Elmwood Lounge was far from both the center of town and the hotel the men had recommended. My husband and I had been passing by the restaurant when something told us to stop. "Coincidence?” I wrote in my diary.

The third coincidence involving Buffalo occurred in 1988 (exactly 30 years later) in connection with a Color-Me-Beautiful cosmetics ad. When I looked at the address label of the brochure advertising the cosmetics, I found an additional label to the right of it. This label was addressed to someone whose last name was cut off after the first three letters and who lived in Buffalo. Like Peter’s letter to Angela, the brochure could just as easily have gone to Buffalo.

The time had come to ask myself, “Why Buffalo?” What kind of emotional link did I have with that word? Finally, I remembered that, even before I came to the United States and English still had the added attraction any foreign language has for someone who is at last starting to master it, I kept singing, “Give me a home where the buffaloes roam.” I never expected that I would one day make my home in the land where the buffaloes roam and that I would find the only recorded coincidence of my honeymoon in a city by that name.

Well, forty years later, in 1998, via Black Sheep and the wonderful article by Beryl Holyoake the Seth weekend in that very same town sure came to life intertwined with the happenings in London yet. Oh, yes, I do believe that all that stormy weather used up the surplus stored energy brought into our reality at Buffalo. I was touched by Patsy Davis’ NDE and like what Pandora advises us to do, teach the children.

I can see A Miracle For Annie by John Bennett as a terrific children’s book, illustrated of course. Saturday Morning by Eve Oakley is so to the point. I have two felines and I couldn’t help picturing them and smiling when I read it. A Winter’s Night by Art Hayward is very beautiful. The art work is great as always. I adore the little triangular guy.

I loved reading the letters, especially Josephine Goodman’s. Since I am backlogged with reading past issues I liked her mentioning the phrase in the birthday editorial about all of us “twinkling like stars across the night sky.” Reminds me of this electric display I saw against the night sky during my oob of ’83 which showed stars symbolizing our awakening consciousness. And Shirley Hadley’s mentioning those telephone wires fits in there too. I should contact Linda Magallon about that one. Lea Avertin’s synchronicity, “How about Black Sheep, Inc.?” is too good.

While getting pictures together to illustrate my memoirs, I came upon the ones enclosed. Seems I loved black sheep even as a three year old. See the photo with me feeding one in the children’s zoo in 1934? That reminds me. It’s time to give the sheep some holiday fare.

1999

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY

ISSUE # 31

One
Chinese
sheep year,
yes,
you heard right,
sheep year,
not leap year,
this century saw,
besides ’43which is Josephine’s number,
you see,was the year ’31
which puts me in awe
of the fact
that these sheep numbers
43/31
are the tail
of the Black Sheep zip code,

<>namely,
900 66-4 431.
From 1907 till the year ’91
every twelfth was a sheep year
1907,1919,1931,1943
1955,1967,1979,1991.
Now, let’s have some fun.
Sheep number 19
sets this century’s tone.
Everyone has it preceding their own
year of birth,
sheep or no sheep.
1919 is Rob’s year of birth!
As can be seen,
he’s a double nineteen!
Madelon’s phone,
(31 031 31 162)
it is true, at first sight,
sports three 31s.
But let’s get this right:
Since 62 is twice 31
there are five 31s
for five years of the fun.
A new millennium opens its door.
I hear the sheep baaing:
“We want more!”

<>HAPPY FIFTH ANNIVERSARY!
And many, many more!

<><>Ute Kaboolian
(born '31)

Thank you Madelon for yet another great Sheep. They keep getting better and better. I couldn’t help noticing a neat number synchronicity, namely Joan Ginter mentioning in Sheep 37, of all issues, that the Seth material in the new millennium will have been with us for exactly 37 years. I love it. The Sheep itself is in its seventh year. What a great number! Rob’s artwork on the cover is amazing, and I can’t wait to read Sue Watkins’ Speaking of Jane. Jane’s poem Summer is Winter is wonderful, and I always enjoy the Seth quote. I thank Shirley Hadley, Eve Oakley and Santiago Bedlamb for their very kind words about The Final Outpost. Izwuz Wilby, a frameworking timehopper, is cute, funny and so well drawn! Paul White’s article was especially noteworthy and Carl Munck’s Define Gone evocative, stimulating and convincing. The first season episode of Roswell, which I love to watch, was on last week, and I found it interesting that Barbara Waddell mentioned Roswell in her very good article. Oh yes, Eve Oakley! Storms to the stormy! A weatherman in the New York area actually named his son Stormy and he also became a weatherman. They’re Frank and Stormy Field. The singing sands piece reminded me of the wandering dunes in Amrum in the North Sea where my parents took me during the summer. Ann Seminario’s drawing of singing rocks is adorable! Love to all! Ute Kaboolian, Cliffside Park, N. J.