“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.

After our impromptu session the other evening, I did not know whether or not you would be waiting for me tonight, after the extra typing that was involved.

(Such simple expedients had not, of course, occurred to me. But once Seth mentioned them they seemed most obvious. The fact that I had taken a journey was very surprising to me; I had not thought of my experience in that way at all.)

(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.

(In back of me, to my left and on the other side of the fence, was some kind of long dark building. The fence was also quite long. The scene reminded me of Clute’s used-car lot here in Elmira, but was not it.

(The almost forlorn wail of my name came from some distance in back of me, on my right. As soon as I heard it I snapped my head around to see who was calling me—and woke up.

(The voice was not Jane’s, although it was similar in range. Yet it was also higher, and somehow formal too. I do not know anyone, male or female, who calls me Robert, (least of all in that manner), nor did the voice remind me of anyone I might know, no matter how slightly.

(Shirley White, in the summer of 1964, corner of Walnut & Water. She called to me from a car making a left turn off the Walnut Street bridge, by Water St. Jane & I were standing on the lawn by our apartment house. When I heard Shirley call me I had my thrilling sensation. Yet, because the setting was different I was not sure this was it, & doubted the connection. Did not ask Seth. Still not sure, Dec. 1964, but note this down to retain it. This is the only time that I know of, so far, when someone has called me Robert. The manner of the call was very much like my psy-time experience.