“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(At 11:05 Jane said she was not Evelyn; she remembered calling out for Evelyn. Evelyn was the person “I was so concerned about. She was in the car with me before the accident. I was a woman, but not Evelyn. But I was in the driver’s seat. Whoever sat next to me, or was supposed to, was gone—not there—or hurt or thrown free...”

(Jane now recalled that the car’s right door was open. Wherever the car was, it was off the road and down a bank, with grass and brush or bushes. Jane said she doesn’t know what streets are like in the city [although she was in New York City last year with me]—if the road in the experience was a superhighway in the city, there was still the slope, not level, going down from the road.

(Was the girl who was driving, and whom Jane entered or replaced injured? [...] 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.

(Jane said it was “like following a psychic focus around the room,” which I thought an apt phrase. It was a feeling “almost like something could form.” [...] Jane spoke aloud, requesting that if anybody was around they let us see them or become aware of them somehow. [...]

(She felt strong intensities in the bathroom doorway; felt like she was a ghost, returning to the scene; everything was exceptionally vivid—so dear, so palpitating and alive. [...] Standing by the windows and looking into the room however she was once more aware of strong pulsations. [...]

[...] The bathroom, she now said, was “too much.” Everything was too clear. [...] I was getting very sleepy as I sat in the rocker making these notes. [...]

(Jane was not sure if her experience was contemporary. [...] When she yelled out about the brakes she was terrified; she thinks she got scared at this point and pulled back. [...]

[...] A letter was received from Tam Mossman of Prentice-Hall late in the week, but this contained no mention of an auto accident. Tam’s girl Eve was mentioned in a normal informative way, but that was all.

[...] As I worked however I was aware that Jane was even quieter; this is always a signal to me that something is up. [...]

[...] As we sat in the living room, which was very clean and neat, and well lit now since darkness was falling, Jane said she felt a sort of pyramid or cone effect, directed at me as I sat across the room from her in the rocker.