“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

He turned on a small recorder; classical music with a tinny quality swirled through the room. He bowed his dark head for just a moment then lifted it, those soft eyes now … softer and harder at the same time; his hands moved in rhythm with the music; his whole body was a marvel of motion; shoulders, head, arms, chest — his whole trunk, responding to the music. Then at his command, four silver dollars disappeared through the tabletop and he caught them underneath in the palm of his hands. Playing cards appeared and disappeared. He was in a trance of his own; so were Rob and I, watching. And in the back of his mind was the improbable hope that one day, somehow, the coins would really go through the tabletop. …

He raised a furry eyebrow: “I’d still rather have some really great event happen. I mean, why not?” He grinned. “Like the New York Times ad test with Seth you two did and wrote up in The Seth Material. Now that would convince me!”

Now that’s A Magic Show!