“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(At 4:45 PM, while talking to Jane in the kitchen as she prepared supper, I experienced the now familiar feeling of enlargement in my right hand. It centered in my palm, and my index and second fingers. I immediately thought it might be an inner sense telling me that Seth was around.

(Jane laughed. She was still rocking back and forth, her eyes closed, her hands crossed at her waist.)

I am most pleased with your progress, Joseph, and I expect it to continue. Perhaps someday you will bring a handful of sand back from a Florida beach. Not enough to make a beach of your own, perhaps, but a handful in the middle of your living room table would be quite an achievement.

(“Was my swollen hand earlier this evening a sign that I’d sensed you?”)

(The second experience came shortly after the above. This time I was myself. I was dressed in colorful summer sportclothes and wearing a cap. Again it was a bright summer day. In my right hand I held either a sheaf of papers or a road map; I did not look at what I held. I was leaning against the endpipe, or post, of a modern, steel meshwork type of fence that reached rather high above me—several feet in fact. Before me was a very large parking lot, full of cars. I saw nobody else.