“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I seemed to “click out” when Seth spoke, yet a tremendous sense of energy rushed through me as he did so. [...]

Yet, at nine o’clock, as always, I “clicked out” and Seth began to speak. [...]

(Then, as though a switch clicked on, the thrilling swept over me from foot to head quite strongly; it sprang up from my left foot.

[...] There was a wrench, almost painful, a click at the back of my neck and I found myself flying through a window at seemingly incredible speed, out of the house at second floor level, gaining altitude and heading over Water Street toward the mountains in the distance. [...]

[...] I started to get up but remembered the click the switch made when I had turned it off, so, curious, I stayed on the couch and listened. [...]

[...] The unknown and the known realities merged, clicked in, and were seen as the opposite sides of each other.

[...] But I really clicked in before this break. [...]

[...] It’s as if I’m tuning in on a radio broadcast that I’m not supposed to be hearing, because when I start to listen there is a clicking sound in my head, and the “station” turns off. [...]

[...] “Rob and Seth started us on a new program and though we’ve hardly begun, I do feel some relieved more peaceful,” she typed in part on the morning of the 5th as she sat at her new low table, “yesterday i felt the place clicking about me. [...]