“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(At first I thought it was a trick of sunlight—which was quite diluted as it came through the room’s east windows—but all of a sudden I stopped to look at the painting as it sat on the shelf I’d built high up on the south wall just inside the door. For a moment I was almost transfixed—for the painting, I suddenly saw, was alive. The girl’s violet eyes stared down at me as though they would move behind their violet glasses at any moment. I stared. She stared back. And I felt life there. The flesh and hair and sweater looked alive even though they never moved. Yet I half expected them to. It was a meeting of eyes.

(I began working on mail after reading several of the sessions to her. It was getting late in the afternoon and I told her she should turn over on her side soon, to get off her back for an hour before supper. She said she’d try for a little session. I got my clipboard and paper ready, and went back to the mail. And once again she came through with a session almost before I was expecting it. This time her Seth voice was stronger than it has been, and a bit deeper.)