“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(This is really weird, and though it is now 11:00 AM as I write this I am still shaky. I was rather tired this morning but began work on my ESP book as usual. As 10:00 AM approached I did decide I would have to rest for half an hour; I then got the idea of putting myself into a light trance and suggesting that my subconscious would consider any problems I might encounter in the chapter I was working on. At 9:55 I turned the radio off in the front room where I was working, and leaving the doors open between the front room and the bedroom, I lay down.

(As I began to put myself in a light trance state, suddenly from the living room came a static noise such as our radio often makes. It was loud and unmistakable, with a voice-like sound in it also. I knew very well that I’d turned the radio off, but I was tempted to get up and check, and under ordinary circumstances would have done so. However, I then remembered something that had happened sometime last week when I had also been trying psychological time, that I had forgotten. That time I had also turned the radio off, but then I kept on hearing music from it, in varying volume. I started to get up but remembered the click the switch made when I had turned it off, so, curious, I stayed on the couch and listened. The orchestrated music continued for perhaps three or four minutes before fading away. Later I checked the radio and it was indeed turned off. Today after I got up I checked the radio and it was turned off also.

(This is but the beginning. Today I listened for the noise again but heard nothing. I then continued putting myself in a light trance, suggesting that my subconscious would give me an experiment that would prove the validity of clairvoyance, premonition or prediction for the chapter I was working on. I was thinking in terms of an experiment for the reader to try.

(Friday 6/19, 9:30 PM: Halfway through my induction into the desired trance state I became aware that my forearms and hands once again felt quite enlarged intrinsically, and also quite far apart, perhaps 6 feet or so, although as I lay on my back on the bed my hands were so close to my sides they touched my hips. At the realization of the above, my familiar thrilling sensation swept over me quite strongly, with some duration. It still lingers as I write this.

(It might be added that the next day as Jane and I were leaving the house we met Leonard Yaudes, our neighbor across the hall. Leonard knows Mr. Ryerson, and said that he did have a daughter, who was he thought possibly about seventeen. Her name, Leonard speculated, not knowing Mr. Ryerson too well, was Julie or Kathy, or something like that. Jane and I have not checked further. I remember that upon obtaining the name while in the trance state, I became very anxious that I remember it to write down later. Ironically, upon awakening I discovered that at least momentarily I had forgotten it; but as soon as I began writing this account the name Bonnie Lou came to mind, and I feel that it is correct.