“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(At 11:05 Jane said she was not Evelyn; she remembered calling out for Evelyn. Evelyn was the person “I was so concerned about. She was in the car with me before the accident. I was a woman, but not Evelyn. But I was in the driver’s seat. Whoever sat next to me, or was supposed to, was gone—not there—or hurt or thrown free...”

(I thought that a coldblooded attitude, so talked loudly to Jane, and she answered between sobs that she was trying to continue without being overwhelmed. But then another wave of intense emotion swept over her: “Ah, hon... trying to control it ... I get Evelyn! Find Evelyn!” And crying, Jane repeated the name over and over.

(Nothing more developed during the evening, however, and she slept well. The next day Jane put in a call to an editor at Ace Books, after receiving an encouraging letter from Don Wollheim of Ace, concerning her dream book. The editor Jane will be working with at Ace is named Evelyn Grippo. Jane talked to this Evelyn twice in the afternoon by phone, but on neither occasion did EG mention anything about an auto accident, etc.

(Whisper: “I know.... Evelyn. We’re gone.” The mouth was odd again. “I can’t yell. I think—they’ll think I’m dead because I can’t talk... Bury,” Jane shouted, almost crying, “bury! My mother... Mary Benedict.” [Later, Jane wondered if she hadn’t been shouting the name Barry, a man’s name; this was speculation; she wasn’t sure.]

[...] A female relative I believe, perhaps an aunt of yours or of your wife’s. A name perhaps like Evelyn, in connection with a trip, and a rather unfortunate circumstance.

(John’s wife’s sister is named Evelyn, and so would be the aunt of John’s children. [...]

(Don was delighted to learn about the sale of the Seth material to Prentice-Hall, and urged Jane to stress this sale to the dream book editor, Evelyn Grippo, in the letter he suggested Jane write.

[...] I said to myself, “Am I really going to make a good sale soon?” [meaning a book or story] and the words, “Evelyn’s grandmother,” sprang to mind. [...]