“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Then, I was directly above a parked car, an older type of sedan with a rounded gray roof. Looking down upon this car, I saw a wiry youngish man in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled above his elbows; hurriedly, he was circling the car, going all around it and peering into the windows. I could not see if the car was on a highway, in a driveway, or where.

(The man looked up at me. He appeared to see me, and to be not surprised at my position. He pointed at the car; I could not see into the windows.

(“There’s a man in there,” he said, “and there’s something wrong with him. I can’t get him out. The doors are locked...”

(My correspondent had thick brown hair, a slim muscular build, a wide generous worried mouth, a squarish jaw. Each time he spoke to me, I saw him all alone, as on a large milky-white screen. The screen cut him off at the waist, and was large in proportion to the size of the man. Each time he spoke, he seemed to lean into view on the screen from the lower right, and remained leaning somewhat as he spoke. My viewpoint had also lowered itself, though not to his level.