“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Tonight I asked Jane if Seth would deliver his promised letter for correspondents. We sat for the sessions at 9:05. At the same time the city fire whistle began to sound insistently; then we heard several other sirens.

(Two automobiles equipped with blaring sirens sped past our apartment house, but Jane didn’t seem to be disturbed. Similar alarms had been audible in the background since session time.)

(I asked about the title for Chapter Eight. Jane thought it had come through; although she had glimmerings of it now, she couldn’t get it clearly. The sirens continued, reminding me of animals prowling about in the distance. As we listened to them I picked up a book which an ESP class member had left behind last night. It was about philosophy and religion in India. “Oh, put it down,” Jane said as I began to leaf through it. “This is one of those times when Seth could give a whole bunch of stuff on that book” — meaning, of course, that now she had more than one channel available.

(10:55. Jane’s trance had been deep, her pace good, yet she remembered hearing the sirens. They continued now although we couldn’t see any glow — say from a fire — in the sky over the western section of the city. Resume in the same active manner at 11:15.)

(11:44 p.m. Only our own weariness prompted me to end the session; I could tell that Seth was capable of continuing indefinitely. It had been a long day for us. Now even the sirens had fallen silent.