“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

August 6, 1980. So we were back at the sessions again. It took me only a few seconds to come out of trance. “Though I should stay in one,” I said, “because I was more comfortable than I’ve been all day.” Because the heat didn’t bother Seth, (or me speaking for him) at all. Returning to my usual state of consciousness I was instantly hot again.

As with so many instances, these weren’t esoteric startling visions, but a kind of in-between event, difficult to identify, or one like the following, that was second-handed. On August 7th at supper time a young fan appeared unexpectedly at the door. I’ll call him John. Rob grinned when he saw him; John had been here twice before (once a year), he was good-humored, good-looking, eager, healthy and strong. He was engaging, and knew it. We talked to him for an hour (while, alas, dinner got cold), but he was one of those people pleasantly gifted in a variety of fields who hadn’t yet settled down to concentrate on the development of any one or two abilities in particular. He was like some kid admiring a box of chocolates; each piece representing one of his own talents, wondering which piece to nibble on first. Somewhere in the conversation, with a smiling sense of wonder, he told us what had happened as he drove through Elmira on the way to our house.