“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

On Wednesday I must have picked up on Peg’s visit earlier that same evening; her visit to Lib’s, her specific interest in the paintings. She asked someone to check the name because she wasn’t sure they were Rob’s work. Then later that night, relaxed, sitting on the bed, somehow those inner perceptions (of mine) would have surfaced … but without revealing their source. I can’t remember why I began the discussion, for example. So exactly what unconscious processing went on?

By this time it was somewhat later in the day. Ruburt and Joseph ate lunch, and the mail arrived. There was a letter written the morning before (on Friday) by the same friends that had been so much in Ruburt’s mind. They mentioned going on a trip (on Saturday), and specifically asked if they could visit that same afternoon. From the way the letter was written, it seemed as if the friends — call them Peter and Polly — had already started on their journey that (Saturday) morning, and would stop in Elmira on their return much later toward evening. There was no time to answer the letter, of course.