“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(She was almost crying. “Easy, hon,” I said, hoping the sound would quiet her.

(Eyes still closed, face streaked with tears, Jane whispered, “I’m trying to control it...” Her breathing quieted as I talked to her. I thought of shaking her out of trance, but didn’t know whether to or not. Jane sat quietly through a long pause, then muttered: “Cracked glass ... windshield. I don’t know where I am now. I’m in the driver’s seat ... Whoever was on the other side of the car is gone.” [Pause.] “It’s very quiet ... Maybe nobody find—maybe nobody find us ...” she whispered. Each time I thought she might be coming out of it while quiet, Jane would then go back into the experience.

(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.