“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(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.

(“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...”

(Jane thought she had been thinking about a Tam or a Cam, which of course apply to Tam Mossman or Bill Macdonnel. She didn’t see either man. Jane thought she was the girl, rather than an observer. She had been driving; someone beside her had been thrown out of the car on the floor. It had been a direct emotional experience for Jane.

(It might be noted that Jane does not drive, although ten years ago I gave her a few brief lessons, which means she has sat in the driver’s seat of an automobile to that extent. I gave up the lessons quickly though when I learned of her lack of depth perception— one night she drove off a curving road into a field

(Was the girl who was driving, and whom Jane entered or replaced injured? Jane couldn’t tell although her arms hurt. Jane couldn’t tell whether the girl’s eyes were open, and she didn’t know if Bill M. was there. Jane said she was Maisie, worried about Evelyn.