“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(By the time the Pipers had asked their third question of the board, concerning the name of the communicant they had raised, Fred Lake, Jane had received this name mentally. She did not tell the Pipers, but she had the whole name in mind by the time the pointer had moved to the letter F. She was quite surprised, and has never had the experience before, although it has been some months since either of us watched others working the board—indeed, since the Seth material began to flow. Perhaps Jane’s abilities have improved in that field also.

(The next question the Pipers asked for was a date from Fred Lake. Jane received an answer for this question too, and noted it down on her own. The pointer however, hesitated over several numbers in giving the Pipers an answer, so the results here are inconclusive.

(After supper this evening I went around the corner to the office of Doc Piper and invited him to attend the session, since last week he had expressed an interest in doing so. Our friend accepted the invitation, with the proviso that he would come to the apartment providing his office was clear of patients by 9 PM. We made a further agreement that he come to Wednesday’s session if he could not make it this evening.

(It was a very hot and humid evening. By 8:55 Doc Piper had not appeared, and from my studio in the back of the apartment I could look across backyards and see his office lights still on. Jane was only a little nervous before the session. “The idea of people we know coming to sessions doesn’t bother me at all,” she said. “It’s only when strangers are coming that I get really nervous.”

(This morning Jane invited Dr. and Mary Piper to witness the session tonight. [...]

[...] A light rain was falling by 8:55 PM, and the Pipers had not appeared. [...]

(From my seat at the living room table next to the windows, I happened to look out in time to see the Pipers turn the corner and move down the street toward our house. [...]

[...] As I did the door opened and the Pipers entered quietly. [...]

[...] She had indeed, on impulse, visited Bob and Mary Piper, friends of ours whom we had not seen for many months. [...] She recalled mentioning my name often in conversation with Mary Piper, particularly to the effect that I might be concerned because she, Jane, did not return promptly. It will be recalled that the Pipers witnessed the 73rd session [See Volume 2].

[...] On a scrap piece of paper I wrote down: “Jane is at the Piper’s. 6:45 PM.” [...]

[...] I paid the piper, as the saying goes. [...]

[...] I will be like a pied piper leading all of you in a toottoottoot and no one will shoot us down. [...]

[...] The physical condition reacts to some extent weatherwise, in that as Ruburt’s Piper said, muscles behave differently (in inclement weather). [...]

[...] He was on several occasions about ready to visit your Piper. [...]

[...] He should stay away from your friend Piper (the chiropractor) for a while at least. [...]

[...] There was no exterior cosmic Pied Piper, singing magical notes or playing a magical tune, urging the universe into being. [...]

[...] Then Jane remembered something of the old rhyme: Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, etc.

[...] Other elements were involved, but the strength of your resentment, its charge, had to do with your own feelings about yourself and this place, as did Ruburt’s with Piper.

He may now, if he wants, visit his Piper friend, giving himself constructive suggestions when doing so.