“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.

(In the first one, after lying quietly for some time, and approaching the necessary state [close to sleep yet not asleep, but unaware of my body lying on the bed], I saw myself; I was at a public swimming pool in the summertime, although I saw no one else. I saw myself from the right side, striding purposefully along with vigorous step, carrying over my right arm a neatly folded white towel. Evidently I wore a bathing suit, but it was obscured by the towel, and I could not see its color. I did see my bare torso and lower legs.

(The flooring took a series of long shallow steps down, each step being perhaps two or three inches deep. As I strode along, my right heel slipped off the edge of a step, and I landed flatfooted on the next step with a jar. So vivid was this sensation that my whole body jumped, on the bed, and I was awake. And as my foot slipped and I was shaken up, I was myself; that is I was no longer watching myself. Upon awakening I thought of the Sayre swimming pool, but as far as I know the two settings would not be the same.

(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.

(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.