“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Friday, May 8, 9:00 PM: Pixyish smooth-faced man blowing on an extra- long, slim, pewter-colored, rather beat-up horn or trumpet. No keys or other tubing visible, just the long sweep of the horn, perhaps three feet long. Saw this in upper left center of my field of vision. There was no sound, the color was subdued. The sighting was over before I realized it.

(Sunday, May 10, 9:15 PM: I feel this is one of my best experiences to date. I heard many snatches of a conversation between my mother and father, and I had one clear very brief glimpse of the back of my father’s head and shoulders as he pushed through a screen doorway. I understood them clearly at the time, and after each sentence made a definite effort to remember what they said, then promptly forgot it while concentrating on the next sentence. I did not think to try to speak to them. I never saw Mother. The first time, I heard Father’s voice outside my field of vision, to my left and behind me. The voices were very clear and definite, and what they said was sensible. But I was unable to retain it.