“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I was so startled and shocked that I came to instantly. I was shaking with amazement. The voice was very impatient in tone. As I snapped to I was answering it aloud, but cannot remember what I was saying. The sound of the voice was very loud—it scared me as a sudden loud sound will. I had the feeling that I could have asked more and that it would have been answered, but this was right after I came to. I regretted coming to, as the answer I received was the kind that makes you want to ask more questions.

(I have just used the pendulum, asking it if the voice experience was legitimate? The answer was yes. But I didn’t have the heart right now to ask it any more questions.

(In answer to the little girl’s question, I said, “Here’s your ball, little girl.” I then realized that I saw a darkened ball something like an old tennis ball, lying in grass in front of me and somewhat to my left. I impulsively stooped to pick the ball up—and then on the bed I twisted my body with the effort; this was enough to break the transmission, although I don’t believe I came out of the desired state.

(I might add here that this is the first time I remember that while in the state I attempted to deliberately perform a physical act. I think I may have touched the ball; certainly my left hand was curved and grasping as though about to pick up such an object. I have no memory of the little girl’s reaction, or if she heard me. After turning on the bed, I did try to recapture the picture, and asked the girl a question about her name, to which I received no answer.

(Then again, later yet, I heard myself asking: “What’s your name, little girl?” This time a voice, it could have been my own, answered from offstage to my right: “I’m Bonnie Lou Ryerson.” “How old are you?” I asked. The same voice answered: “I’m seven years old.” I did not see anything this time. There was more, but I believe that by this time I was coming out of the desired state and was consciously connecting the name Ryerson with a local teacher by that name whom Jane sees occasionally in connection with the art gallery where she works. I do not know him, or whether he has children.