“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

“Well,” Rob said, “someone said a mouthful tonight.” I grinned. The crickets and wood bugs rose up in song from the summer-thick woods out back. I couldn’t remember what I’d said as Seth — and I wasn’t sure if I knew what magic was — or wasn’t — But I knew that the night was … magical, alive with its own natural ceremonies. And that somehow the Seth sessions were as natural and right as the summer evening.

As he drove into town … he saw on the street a girl who looked familiar. No wonder — he’d met her at a bar the first time he was in town. “I’ve only been in this town twice, when I visited you before,” he said. “Yet earlier tonight driving down a street I suddenly recognized a girl who looked familiar. I slowed the car and looked. She was walking on the sidewalk, and sure enough, it was the same girl I’d met at a bar during my first trip to Elmira. I could hardly believe it, but I stopped the car and we talked awhile. She remembered me at once. So the chances of that kind of meeting must be astronomical.” She had told him he could stay at her place overnight. Coincidence? We only spoke to him for an hour, and he said he had wondered earlier what he’d do with the whole evening … so what exactly happened at the magical level of activity?