“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

“I came here from Denver,” Fred said. “I haven’t got a penny. Look—I have no wallet in my back pocket. The stewardess at Denver let me on the plane when I explained to her that I had to meet you—”

“You must be Robert.” A big smile. I nodded. “I’m Seth. I am speaking through Fred Conyers, who flew all the way here from Denver just to see you and Jane. I have here the Christ Book, as well as another Seth book, The Rules of Love: A Seth Book. If I can just talk to you and Jane in your house for a few minutes. I know I can convince you of everything....”

“I have no money, not a penny. I came here from Denver, Colorado. I don’t know where I’m going when I leave here. Fred is very cold. He’s shivering. He has no place to go.”

“If you don’t let me in your house I’ll just die,” Fred said. By now he’d taken two hardcover books from a bag, and given them to me. One by Jerszy Kosinski and one by Somerset Maugham. The latter was an expensive anthology. In one he’d written a note on a blank page to Jane, and to me in the other. Check their phrasing for a close approximation of the way he talked. Fred also handed me a thick, neatly tied package of brown paper and yellow string—The Christ Book, he said, which was for Jane and me, and for Prentice-Hall. I didn’t open it, and still haven’t. When I asked him where he was really from, he said Denver, and that his address was inside the package. It wasn’t on the other manuscript. Nor was I quick-witted enough to ask if he had a family, if anyone knew where he was, or what he did for a living—if he worked, or could—or how he found our house in the first place. I wondered if he was schizophrenic. He appeared to be harmless enough.

[...] He did tell them he had an apartment in Denver, CO, but obviously no local agency was going to pay to transport him back home; we’d wondered about that, too. [...]

[...] Like me, he didn’t believe that Fred flew here from Denver—that is, talking a stewardess into giving him free transportation all that way—yet Fred got here somehow, and I explained that the manuscript of Fred’s that I’ve looked over contains descriptions of his landing in Pittsburgh, PA, and working his way east through a series of stops at restaurants, in which he’d add to his manuscript each time. [...]

[...] We will perhaps pursue it in a moment—a Denver connection, or a man’s name… Dan, or the man will have a connection with Denver. [...]

[...] There may be a Denver connection.

(Saturday afternoon it was Fred Conyers from Denver, CO. [...]

[...] I’ve also learned that Fred has a wife, Heidi, and at least one daughter, and that he did—does —live in Denver, Colorado. [...]