“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

The man and the woman in the York Beach dancing establishment, sitting across the floor alone at a table. They were fragments of sour selves, thrown-off materializations of your own negative and aggressive feelings. Jane’s were even stronger than yours, since the woman was fatter than the man. She almost recognized them because of the circumstances and your illness, and because of the peculiar vitality of your conflicting emotions at the time.

(Jane and I of course clearly remembered the couple referred to by Seth in the above monologue. I recall that at the time Jane had seen them first, and pointed them out to me. I remember that she had seemed oddly intrigued by them, and that they had borne more than a little physical resemblance to us. The woman’s face especially had reminded me of Jane, though she had indeed been fatter. The man had my build, my shape of head, and much whiter hair. They had been a peculiarly unsmiling couple. I recall also that Jane mentioned that she wanted to talk to them. I had not wanted to, and we did not approach them.

The projected fragments disappeared. They stood up, walked across the floor and disappeared in the crowd in the anteroom by the door. They had no power to leave the place where they were born, unless you gave it to them. Remember, however, that they did exist; and having once existed could reappear with less impetus than the original. As Joseph represents the fullest potentiality of your entity the image of the man represents a possible, though I hope not probable, pitfall image of your present personality, though not of your overall entity.

(The man resembled Rob to an amazing degree, except that he was an older version; profile darn near identical, hair white, same brows and same expression as Rob has when deeply upset. The woman reminded me of myself, though she was older, much stouter and also unpleasantly reminiscent of my mother.