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THE FRED CONYERS STORY

“Well,” I said to Jane after breakfast, “I suppose that if I don’t write some sort of account of what happened yesterday that I’ll regret it later. I really don’t feel like doing it, though....” My stomach felt empty. I had the uneasy feeling that it might signify my worries that yesterday’s “guest,” a Mr. Fred Conyers, might return.

“You must be Robert.” A big smile. I nodded. “I’m Seth. I am speaking through Fred Conyers, who flew all the way here from Denver just to see you and Jane. I have here the Christ Book, as well as another Seth book, The Rules of Love: A Seth Book. If I can just talk to you and Jane in your house for a few minutes. I know I can convince you of everything....”

Fred Conyers stayed on my mind through the rest of the day, after I’d waved to him as the policeman backed out of the driveway and headed down the hill. He sat in the back seat very docilely, in his white shirt and dark-colored tie. Was he secretly relieved at the way things had worked out? Even in his drastic situation, I thought at the time, our society in some fashion had a way to take care of him, hopefully. But would society—could it—transport him all the way home to Denver, were he telling the truth about his origins?