“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(We sat silently at the board. Both of us were tired and not very much in the mood. We’d both had rough days working, and almost decided not to hold the session at all. But the pointer began to move.

(Break at 9:50. By now I had developed writer’s cramp from taking the above down at nearly top speed. We were both by now more than a little surprised and amazed. Jane had delivered the entire monologue exactly as I have recorded it here. She made no mistakes in delivery, did not lose her way, make any changes or corrections of any kind, at all. She said that Seth would have outdistanced her had she insisted on keeping to the board. She had to recite it because the words sounded within her. Resume at 10:00.

(We took a short additional rest. During it, I remarked that the next question I wanted to ask Seth was whether either Jane or I, or both of us, had ever unknowingly seen a fragment of the type our friend Bill Macdonnel had. Once again, pacing back and forth while I took down the message, Jane began to dictate:)

Your friend’s image fragment did not recognize him because he was not strongly attuned. His emotions were not creatively—if you’ll excuse the term—destructive. You and Jane both have a peculiar problem in that you are creative even when you are destructive.

(Meaning mistakes on the part of both of us, Jane said.

Looking back, you can say that this effect was therapeutic, but if you had subconsciously accepted the images it would have marked the beginning of a severe deterioration for you both personally and creatively. Again, the images marked the critical culmination of your destructive energies. The fact that the images were of yourselves shows that your destruction was turned inward even though materialized in the outer world.

(Break at 10:30. This York Beach dancing establishment was actually a ground floor room in one of the older beach hotels there. It was a rectangular room, lined with tables and chairs in rows. The ceiling was very low, and it was dimly lit. It was not a large room, and the dance floor was quite small; fifteen couples would be forced to stand elbow to elbow. The bandstand was at the end of the dance floor, and when the trumpet blared the noise was deafening. Both times we were there, it was very crowded, blue with smoke.