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Correspondence from Jane Wolfe to Karl Germer
5169 1/2 Fountain Avenue Los Angeles, 27, California
February 7, 1950
Dear Karl:
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law!
Phyllis [Phyllis Seckler] has cleared up surprisingly where Roy [Roy Leffingwell] is concerned; the school work drained off her energies and desires. She now has a rooted interest in her Art ground work, her English and Psychology. Roy has receded. She spoke quite frankly about his ego and its ramifications, for instance; how he catered to, and kept alive the "God Roy" he and his family had created, although complaining about the dependence on him, etc.
She says now, it does not matter whether Roy comes, or goes. And a fresh spate of happiness and joy is with her. In fact, I believe she is anticipating a new interest, and will be ready for it when it comes! So much has she changed since my former visit, I feel she could do much for J. [Jack Parsons], who has so blindly blundered with women. His potential has always appealed to my imagination; the right woman could, I think, steady him. But S. [Wilfred T. Smith] is absolutely taboo with P. from all angles. It occurred to me that it was to ask her back to the household, wherever it is, that J. wanted to see her. Her field has expanded, she is building her own broader base to the pyramid, and at present she can find no interest in organizations.
As a series of strange dreams visited [and] ceased after Roy's illness, I feel like including three of them here. She calls them her "Cellar Dreams". They all had to do with her locking all doors and windows in the living part of a house because of fear, and going to the cellar, where there were horrible things.
1. An indescribable creature on the floor, which the first time she was able to pass through much frightened. She then entered a tunnel, through which she passed on hands and knees, encountering beetles, roaches, etc., etc. finally to emerge into sunlight, trees and flowers. What she wanted.
2. A Building with elevators. She went up; she went down and into the cellar, where the pipes were clogged by a dead body. She spoke: "Don't tell me about this: I know it already." She felt but did not want to admit that the dead body taken from the pipes was that of Roy.
3. [Wilfred T.] Smith. In a cellar, she and Mary (a friend living across the hall) were separately wrapped each in a blanket, and lay on the floor. Smith appeared & wanted P.[hyllis] to move away from Mary. P. said: "No! Put me nearer Mary!" This Smith did, then sat down in a familiar chair, and impatiently tapped, tapped a cigarette on its arm, as though waiting . . . Waiting . . .
She discovered on writing her auto-biography for school work, that there was a phase of her Winona life she could not face. However, she promised to dig up and write it as if about some one else. Will get the Autobiography in a week or two, and expect some interesting reading. Sara Dodge—Jane Wolfe. 'Nuff said.
No word from Jack.
Love is the law, love under will.
All love to you & Sascha [Sascha Germer],
Jane
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