“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I replied that I had and went back to my studio to get the envelope I had readied for last Wednesday’s session, and my pen and notebook. [...]

From my studio at the back of the apartment came Willie’s cry. [...]

[...] I remember walking out to the living room where she writes her poetry, having finished my own work in my studio in the back of the apartment at about 9 PM; Jane’s first words were “Boy, have I got a great idea,” or to that effect. [...]

(Jane also reported that twice within the past two days she had received “flashes” in the third person, to the effect that our bed, temporarily in the living room, should be moved to my empty studio in the back of the apartment if we are still here next winter. [...]

[...] From the safety of the cot in my studio, I didn’t panic as that other me faced such a life-threatening situation, yet I was disturbed by it — enough so that I repressed conscious recall of the whole episode until the evening after this (715th) session was held. [...]

(November 3, Tuesday 7 AM: Getting dressed for work this morning, I abruptly had the rather clear thought that I should walk back to my studio and look out the back windows, because I would be able to see that a car was parked in front of the garage, blocking the exit of my car from the garage. [...]

[...] I “came to” in Rob’s studio. [...]

[...] By 8:45 it was quite bothersome, so I returned to the studio in the back of the apartment, to use the pendulum for a quick check to see if I could learn the cause. [...]

[...] Now we hold them in Rob’s back studio. [...]

I told her to come over, and Rob came out from his studio to take notes. [...]

[...] When Rob finished work in his studio at around nine, I told him about the experiment which was unsuccessful as far as I was concerned. [...]

(From my studio at the back of the apartment came Willie’s cry. [...]

(I was in my studio at the back of our apartment, putting the notes for this session away, when Seth came through again briefly as Jane and John talked in the front room. [...]

(Jane and I talked for a few moments after Peggy and Bill said good night, and I then walked back to the studio to put these notes away. [...]