“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Sat. 7/11, 1:30 AM: While drowsing before going to sleep, I saw briefly a woman of about 40, who sat curled up within the left third of a rectangular white screen. It was brief but quite clear. She had short straight light brown hair, and smiled down at me over her right shoulder. I made a sketch of the vision.

(John Bradley also brought with him carbon copies of the beginning sessions, which a friend of his in Williamsport has been typing up for Jane and me. Needless to say we are most grateful.

(Now, once again, Jane walked over to our couch and perched on one arm of it, as she has done during each of the last few sessions. It is now apparent that she does this when Seth is feeling particularly humorous and sharp. Sitting there now, she pointed often at me to her right, and occasionally at John in front of her.)

(Again John laughed. Staring at me, her eyes very dark, Jane grinned. Her voice boomed out.)

You will not find this too disagreeable, and it will in fact do you both good; and I shall myself accompany you. I will be a silent partner if you prefer, though the situations would be quite amusing if you allowed me a word now and then.

(Jane pointed at me as I scribbled away.)

Now a word—Ruburt confuses me with this long horsey mane; my neck grows warm—a word about another situation.