“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“I’m at the point now where I know what Seth’s going to talk about,” “Jane said a few minutes before the session began. “I feel funny waiting, though — edgy, or restless. Maybe it’s the wind. Seth’s there, but he doesn’t quite make it through….”

(The weather had been fluctuating dramatically all day. It turned extremely windy tonight — so much so that I thought about tornadoes, although we’d heard no radio warnings about them. This afternoon the temperature had registered better than 50°; it still read considerably above freezing, even if the chill factor generated by the wind made the night seem much colder. Finally:)

(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.)

(9:38. The wind continued to beat strongly at the house. Jane paused in trance for some moments, her eyes closed as if to repel the noise.)

(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.

(After two frustrating hours I took her to a motel. The wind had abated considerably, but the night was much colder. When I returned I was able to tell Jane that Barbara had made a decision. Tomorrow she was going to journey by airplane halfway across the country — to see another psychic who would surely be able to help her.