“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I took the call while Jane came out of trance. It was for her, from a woman friend who lives in New York City. Professional matters were also involved, so their conversation lasted until 10:47 p.m. We didn’t go back to the session. This made it one of the shortest on record, although [without checking] I remember an even briefer, spontaneous one on a Christmas Day several years ago….

(This is a good place to describe Jane’s latest “psychedelic thing,” as she put it, or experience with an altered state of consciousness. Time: about 12:30 a.m., Friday, May 11. Place: outside one of our favorite dancing establishments, a few blocks down Water Street from our apartment house.

(As soon as we stepped out of the door, Jane began to talk about the supernal beauty of the warm night. We walked toward our car. A gentle rain had recently stopped and everything looked washed and renewed, so it took me a few minutes to realize that her perceptions did indeed go beyond that fresh appearance. She began to stop at intervals, exclaiming over all of those surroundings that were, of course, very familiar to us: the swooping automobiles, the street lights and neon signs, the buildings themselves, the Chemung River rolling quietly behind its dike in back of the emporium we’d just left.

(“I was suddenly caught up by swift joy,” Jane wrote the next morning. “The night colors damned near transfixed me — they were so brilliant, glowing, and spectacular. This was the first time I’d had such an experience outside, walking; I found my body moving faster, easier, freer. It was an instant thing. It was so joyful I couldn’t sleep for a while. Later, I wished I’d asked Rob to drive around so I could prolong it, but neither of us thought of doing that at the time….”

(For notes on a couple of Jane’s other experiences with altered states of consciousness, see the 645th session in Chapter Eleven, and the 653rd session in Chapter Thirteen.)