“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Talk about being excited! Immediately I drew a diagram of the motel and surrounding area. I couldn’t wait for the Gallaghers to return, so I could check this and the Seth impressions. I asked Peg to draw a diagram of their motel and its nearby neighborhood. Peg’s diagram matched mine! My description of the motel was correct, including the center door that led to their room. The motel was on St. Thomas, an island near Puerto Rico. Peg and Bill were there the day of my experiment, and the following day.

When Peg and Bill returned, we found out that these impressions were quite legitimate. They had paid a three-dollar cab fare to go to the motel from the airport. Peg was quite angry about this, since the same ride two years earlier had cost less than two dollars. Their cab took a very sharp turn to the right. Peg and Bill remembered this vividly, not only because of the sudden turn, but also because this happened right after the driver had run through a traffic light. The turn had been so sharp that it upset them considerably. But the cab driver was not “old, rather than young.” Interestingly enough, Peg said, he did look old from the rear, though, because his neck had a peculiar rough, mottled look. It was also thick and stubby.

Suddenly, without transition, I found myself descending through the air to land on a long narrow porch that was surrounded by a low railing. I knew that my body was in bed, but lost all contact with it. Regardless of where it was, I was someplace else entirely. Looking around I saw that I stood on the veranda of an oddly constructed double-story motel.

Doors opened off the veranda, which extended the full length of the motel. I wondered if this was where the Gallaghers were staying. Instantly I knew that it was, and that the center door led to their room. Peg and Bill weren’t in sight, though. Before beginning the experiment at 11 A.M., I had set the alarm clock for 11:30. Now it rang. My consciousness returned so quickly to my body that my physical head was swimming. I sat up in dismay—couldn’t I find out more? Couldn’t I see a sign, or get a more definite idea of the location?

(Jane tells me that “a mistake of sorts connected here somewhere” could refer to a mix-up concerning the room we had rented at the motel, but I do not recall this personally. It was nothing serious, Jane said, but a bookkeeping error on the part of the motel room clerk, to the effect that our room had been reserved for someone else, in advance; we were to be moved to another room, she said, but the transfer never took place. [...]

[...] It is of a view I scouted from our motel window. [...]

(“Something to do with a circle” is interesting, in that our motel at York Beach, where this photo was taken, is situated on a circular driveway in back of the beach hotel that fronts on the ocean. [...]

(“And a look out” is interesting to us, because I spent some time for a couple of days looking out our back motel room window, studying this particular view before finally taking a picture of it. [...]

[...] On either a double-story motel, or a motel of one story that was raised up higher than usual. [...]

(After I reset the alarm I tried to wander to the other side of the motel to find a name sign. [...]

[...] The imagined motel trip a beginning, a mental move. [...]

[...] The idea of a night in a motel, easily accessible on the ground floor, even with dinner in your room, is a beginning, out of all proportion to any events involved. [...]

[...] Have him tell you his fantasy today of the motel, and his thoughts about it. [...]

(After two frustrating hours I took her to a motel. [...]

[...] We asked about rates at several motels, etc. [...]

(John Bradley finished his statement as a witness, signed it and left for Corning, N.Y., where he had a motel room. [...]

As the two couples talked, it turned out that there were other “coincidences”: Ruburt and Joseph had recently thought of taking a weekend vacation at a particular resort motel, within the general area but not especially close by. [...]

[...] On either a double-story motel, or a motel of one story that was raised up higher than usual somehow, from ground level.

After I reset the alarm I tried to wander to the other side of the motel to find a name sign. [...]

(And of course, this makes me think that our staying her at the Overseas Motel, in Marathon, is probably the poorest choice we—I—could have made. [...]

[...] He left for his motel, taking with him a carbon of Volume 2 of the Seth Material for copying. [...]

[...] After it was over, and our salesman friend left for his motel in a nearby town, Seth came through with a few personal remarks for Rob. [...]