“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Awaken from this, shouting for help. Forget start. On a nighttime street in a city, maybe New York, a shot rings out. I may possibly be a policeman but am myself too. I run into a nearby store where a very young man is shooting —robbery in progress maybe. I lunge for him, chase him to street. He keeps shooting. I lunge again, grab his arm. He begins to disintegrate until he’s just a hulk of a hand, shooting the gun at me, which now I’m holding—since his body is gone. I know this refers to the belief in man’s sinful nature or deadly intent; when you believe that you end up with the assailant’s hand your own. You shoot yourself down....

[...] By now Fred seemed quite resigned to leave with the policeman. [...]

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. [...]

[...] You became the policeman. [...]

[...] Show me you do not need a policeman, that if I let go you will not slide away from your goals. [...]

[...] Watching the turmoil on television today, just one spark could have set off an explosion that would rock this country, just one Negro had been pushed around too much by a white policeman. [...]

A circumstance involving a policeman. [...]

(“A circumstance involving a policeman.” [...]

The person interested in the psychic pursuit of the wicked, for example, certainly has as much in common basically with the policeman or detective as he or she has with other psychics, regardless of the differences that seem to exist. [...]

[...] Then a man I thought to be a policeman entered. [...]

(These notes hardly do justice to the string of events that led to Carol and Fred meeting Miss Dineen—from the couple’s leaving Watkins Glen, motoring to Elmira, deciding upon how to find us, asking a policeman finally for directions to a book-store, going to the wrong bookstore—Rubin’s—just as Miss Dineen came out of the religious bookstore almost next door, Miss Dineen first directing them to 458 West Water, then remembering that we’d moved, etc. [...]