“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Jane now also felt sensations or vibrations in a small plaster sculp of a head, given to us by Bill Macdonnel. This head sat on our living room table across the room from the wine decanter. Note that Bill is also in California now—Santa Barbara—quite a distance up the coast from San Diego, where Pete lives. [Pete, at the moment as far as we know, is in the Hawaiian Islands.] Bill and Pete met once at our apartment two years ago.

(Jane was now more positive and had a rising emotion in her voice; eyes closed during all this: “In fact, Maisie is 21... and she’s either got two young brothers and sisters, or two very young children.” [Pause.] “A drive-in movie... oh Robby ...” Jane’s voice rose urgently: “Slam on brakes, slam on brakes!” she yelled.

(She now began to use a different facial expression. I don’t remember seeing it before. She would catch her lower lip between her teeth, fold her upper lip over the lower, and wrinkle up her chin in a peculiar way. I had two impressions; one of an older person, the other of a young and vulnerable girl.

(“There were two cars,” Jane cried out, glasses thrown aside. Mouth odd. “So quiet ... am I dead? Right there... arm’s funny.” Now she rubbed her lower left arm; she cried out, voice rising almost to a scream: “I was driving. Can’t make out—!” Jane burst into tears. “Papa, Papa, Papa...” I spoke to her loudly but it did no good. “I... Papa should know it wasn’t my fault. Brakes bad... I can’t decipher...”