“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Peg is planning an interview with Jane for the Elmira Star-Gazette concerning the publication of Jane’s book on the Seth material.)

[...] Elmira and Syracuse banking facilities would be merged, with the Utica branch left out; according to Tom this would be a better arrangement, etc.

[...] But she owned a black car in 1960, while living in Elmira, several years before we met her. [...]

[...] Pretend with me that you are presently sitting in a room in a town called Elmira, in a state called New York, that you are seated in a circle and that you are listening to me speak, and pretend with me that at the same time you are in a circle about me in another space and another time. [...]

[...] During the day on Tuesday, John had to attend an important business meeting of his regional office in Binghamton, NY, perhaps sixty miles from Elmira.

[...] One very unusual way these showed themselves began on the evening of October 31, when four younger people who had been members of ESP class visited us from New York City.⁸ They’d been scouting the Elmira area for other ex-students, to see if any of them had old class tapes of Jane speaking for Seth and/or singing in Sumari; they had had some success in their searches, but we didn’t play any of the tapes that night.⁹

[...] The yearning I feel each time I drive past the apartment house Jane and I lived in for 15 years, just west of the business section of Elmira, represents my conscious reunification of the past with the present, and even a projection of both into the future in ordinary terms.

[...] But on the night of our return to Elmira, I awakened suddenly with the memory of a disquieting dream which bothered me so much that I awakened Rob. [...]

(Peggy Gallagher, a feature writer for the Elmira Star-Gazette, is in Washington DC for a few days this week on business. [...]

(Leonard does have a brother, Ken, who also lives here in Elmira, but as far as we know Ken was not involved in the Maine trip, which inspired the envelope object. [...]

[...] He had not told Jane and I this, although we had met the individual in question once, briefly, here in Elmira at an art show. [...]

[...] in Elmira. [...]

[...] In 1961, shortly after we had moved to Elmira, a friend with whom Jane worked at an art gallery gave her two poinsettia plants that we had for several years. [...]

[...] Jane gave this data together, and we believe it refers to the flight made to Virginia from Elmira by Barbara and Lisa.

(The experience: Jimmy operates a supper club in Elmira, which Jane and I visit frequently. [...]

That evocative, prophetic line is from a Sumari song that Jane sang to herself a few days before she went into an Elmira, New York, hospital on February 26, 1982. [...]

[...] Utterly bewildered, I looked about me, somehow “knowing” that I was still in Elmira. [...]

[...] They no longer live in Elmira. [...]

[...] And where people believe in things like ghosts and demons all on the same line, seeing little difference between them and I imagine in my most schizoid (Doug—“that’s what I said”) moments that there is a woman called Jane Butts in a strange, funny little town in a completely fantastic place called Elmira, New York. [...]

[...] We hadn’t decided to come here while in Elmira, or on the way down. [...]

(Aunt Ella was buried in Wellsburg, NY, a small town near Elmira. [...]