“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(As it developed tonight’s session was a short one. Several of the young people I work with planned to gather this evening in the downstairs apartment. The young couple mentioned in the 184th session live downstairs, and I also work with them. There was talk at work this morning that the whole group might visit us this evening. I relayed the information to Jane at noon, and suggested she decide whether she wanted to hold a session with the idea that it might be interrupted.

(Bob Hagel grinned at her, yet for a moment he didn’t know what to say. He had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. While he hadn’t made any conscious decision to leave the valley, he felt as if he had. He felt as if the whole thing was out of his hands. He sat there in his paint-stained khakis, a man almost forty, brave, cowardly, cocky. Before he spoke he tilted his brown-gray head at an earnest angle and stared at her with his usually severe face now wreathed with smiles. “Don’t take it so hard,” he said. “The world isn’t falling apart or anything.”