“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(The entrance to Charles Biro’s offices was at the end of a hallway, as I remember, and the door to the anonymous office I visited tonight is next door to it. Tonight, I stood inside this open office door. To my left was a narrow window of vertical design, with either an aluminum or stainless steel frame. Looking out of this window, which was perhaps only two feet wide, I could see a shining aluminum or steel guardrail, and that even if a person managed to jump or fall out of this window, the safety of a stone parapet lay perhaps ten feet below. The time was daylight.

(At the window as I looked toward it, I saw a girl. She was trying to open the window, which I believe was designed to swing inward, perhaps in two sections, an upper half and a lower half.

(The girl’s back was to me. She had long black shining hair, was quite slim and shapely, and wore a sleeveless, yellow, silk-like blouse that seemed to flutter and glimmer with iridescent highlights, as though in a breeze. Looking back, I believe the upper half of the window was open; I seem to recall seeing the girl’s left arm draped over the top edge of the still-shut lower window.

(The girl was struggling to open the window. She never saw me, nor did I speak to her. I never thought of trying to.

(I did think to myself: “Well now, she’s having trouble with that window, but I’ll open it for her. Not only that, I’ll do it while I’m standing right here—by mental power. She’ll be surprised.” My actual thoughts would closely parallel this dialogue.

(However, I never moved from my position just inside the open office doorway. I saw nobody else, and recall nothing else of the office itself. It seemed that I watched the girl struggling with the window for some seconds—certainly long enough for the vision to have definite, measurable duration. I never did open the window for her.