“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

In the meantime, when incarnations on the planet earth are finished the entity moves toward this goal anyway. In any case by the time that this goal is reached on the earthly plane, those who have passed from it will have evolved in ways of which even I can only dream. Now rest your hand.

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.

These fragments existed for a longer period, had solidity and did not deteriorate, because you gave them continued inflation. At the same time these fragments contained your intellect, and therefore they partially recognized you and Jane.

(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.

At the time, one of the reasons for the two split personality fragments was the power of the struggle going on at that time. The images were formed by the culminating energy of your destructive powers. While you did not recognize them consciously, unconsciously you knew them well. Unconsciously you saw the image of your destructive tendencies, and these images themselves roused you to combat them.

(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.

(The couple in question sat at a table for two directly in front of the bandstand; a most peculiar spot, I recall thinking, for an older pair who did not smile, did not dance, who caught our eyes occasionally, who did not seem to care about the drinks before them. I also recall that at the end of our stay there, Jane pointed out to me the fact that they were smiling. This was after we had been dancing for a while. Part of the time while dancing, we had been so close to their table we probably touched it. Truly, we had kicked up our heels in their faces. Jane resumed dictation at about 10:40.

(The incident referred to is as follows: Rob was very sick last winter and spring and into summer. We planned on a vacation in Maine. Rob was inclined to call it off, but I was for it and we went. In a York Beach joint, I immediately noticed a couple sitting across the room from us. They disturbed me to such an extent that I watched them almost constantly all the time we were there, three hours or more.