“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Long pause. The wind burst against our apartment house in great forceful thrusts that were most unusual for this section of the country. The house actually shook at times. I found myself thinking that occasionally the trite phrase, “the howling wind,” was a very apt one.)

(After listening to me discuss the second question for a couple of minutes, Jane said she had an answer to it, or at least a partial one. Her material was presumably from Seth, although she would give it. Just as she began speaking she was interrupted by a heavy knocking — first at the door to the public hall that separates the two apartments we occupy on the second floor, then at each of the apartment doors themselves. A feminine voice cried out for Jane. We waited. The persistent racket, penetrating the wind noise, meant just what we thought it would: an end to the evening’s session. When I opened the door I faced a comely but very agitated woman whom I’ll call Barbara. She was probably in her early 40’s. An expensive suitcase sat beside her.