“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Through all of these early sessions, Rob was not feeling well. [...] Often Seth would give us a break so Rob could rest. [...]

[...] We hadn’t even told our families.) In the middle of that innocuous evening, Rob suddenly had three experiences that were quite startling at the time and rather frightening. [...]

The next night, Rob and I purchased a tape recorder, hoping that we might be able to lighten his work load. [...]

“Seth,” Rob said, “why does Jane still feel nervous before a session?”

([Rob:]“Good evening, Seth.”)

Now, you see, you have been robbing yourself of an experience of truly knowing these individual men, for you have not permitted yourself to see them as they are and as they have been. [...]

Let our friend Ruburt and that one (Rob) take a brief break. [...]

([Rob:]”All right.”)

As I finished the first page, Rob came out, passed me and went into the kitchen. [...] But, instead of understanding, Rob began emptying the garbage into paper bags. [...] Later, Rob said that he never heard me speak to him and questioned whether I’d really spoken. [...]

There I see, to my surprise and joy, Jane and Rob Butts sitting talking to some other people. Or are they Jane and Rob? [...]

Jane and Rob glance at each other and laugh — a nasty, bitter laugh. ‘She still works all day at the taxi company’ Rob says, “and I work too. [...]

[...] Rob was ill, and we were vacationing in Maine. [...] Rob could hardly walk, his back hurt him so badly. [...]

Rob’s hands were tired from taking notes; we took a break. [...] Rob hadn’t been able to leave his chair, so he had seen nothing. [...]

Suddenly I saw Bill’s and Rob’s expressions change. [...] Now Rob whitened. [...]

“Just don’t move,” Rob said very quietly. [...] I knew something odd was going on from Rob’s and Bill’s reactions, so I just stood still as I was told. [...]

[...] When he was finished with the discussion, Seth began joking with Rob and Bill and showed such high spirits and vitality that Rob had trouble taking notes—he was laughing so hard.

[...] I told Rob on our way to Miss Cunningham’s room.

[...] But I said to Rob, “Look, Miss Cunningham was as rational and bright as either of us not too long ago. [...]

“Where does Frank Withers fit in here?” Rob asked.

All kinds of questions came into Rob’s mind. [...]

[...] During the period that Seth was dictating this book, Rob was typing the two volumes of Seth’s previous work, The “Unknown” Reality, and adding innumerable notes that correlated Seth’s material with that of his earlier books. I knew that on session nights, Rob “lost” his work time on that project, and he still had to type up the latest book session on the following day, while all I had to do was … what? [...]

[...] And I wondered: What must I look like to Rob as I leaned forward as Seth, smiling, (my glasses off, Seth’s eyes darker than mine), joking as Seth, gesturing, waiting while Rob got me (Jane), a beer? [...]

[...] My own interest in art and Rob’s appreciation of Cézanne’s works helped trigger the Cézanne book, for example; and my own curiosity about William James and Rob’s appreciation of his work helped bring about the James manuscript.

Rob typed Seth’s other books, Seth Speaks: The Eternal Validity of the Soul, The Nature of Personal Reality, and the two volumes of The “Unknown” Reality, added his own notes, and did almost all the work of preparing them for publication. [...]

[...] Here I stood talking to Rob again, quite forgetting that he was at work. As I spoke to him, I turned my head and saw another Rob, a perfect double, standing in a room directly across the corridor. Amazed, I told Rob to stand where he was, while I moved closer to the door to check my observations.

“Look, Rob. Come here,” I said, and Rob came to the doorway where he saw his own double clearly. They stared at each other, the double looking as amazed as Rob was.

From 1963 until 1966, Rob and I worked alone, holding the twice-weekly sessions and following Seth’s instructions. [...]

[...] Rob and I were unacquainted with the information on projection to be found in esoteric literature. [...]

Jane’s face is somehow softer than in the last encounter, and Rob seems more relaxed too. ‘The what?’ Rob asks.

Apparently Rob and Jane were moving into the same apartment my Rob and Jane have lived in for years, but in another probability.

Seth told us that Rob’s doctor probable self was a Doctor Pietra. [...] Some years ago, Rob did do some medical artwork and was astonished at his success. [...]

[...] I am standing by Chamberlain’s Dairy outside Elmira, but the scenery doesn’t change, so I will myself to Jane and Rob’s apartment. [...]

While Rob went shopping, I did some mail and on his return we fixed a roast chicken dinner, put it in the oven and took a nap. We hardly tasted the dinner because two “fans” came just as Rob set the chicken on the table. [...]

[...] I do recall being awakened by Rob later Friday than usual. [...]

I hemmed and hawed, decided after talking with Rob that I really didn’t want to do any shows at all, so I wrote one letter so informing Prentice. [...]

[...] This one was at Rob’s suggestion.

Before he went back to sleep, Rob told me what had happened. [...] Now I’ll have to think twice before asking Rob to turn over if he’s snoring. [...]

Rob has had several spontaneous projections but none experimentally produced. [...] Rob had just gone to bed on the opened-up couch. [...]

First I found myself in the studio and Rob was there. [...] I was surprised he was home, knowing it was Friday when he was out of his body also, and so was I. I told Rob and we discussed it, plus our amazement over out-of-body love-making. [...]

[...] Rob’s, we knew, would be at work. [...] I called Rob. [...]

That day, in the art department where Rob works mornings, a co-worker told Rob that he had just read my story and liked it. [...] The magazine had just come out and Rob had not seen it. [...] In mentioning the dream during a session, Seth told Rob that he had also translated the title into the sensation of feeling chilly upon awakening — a fact that Rob had forgotten.

Apparently Rob, too, has his dream eye out for my writing interests. [...] Then, on October 21, 1965, Rob dreamed that my story, “Big Freeze,” had already been published. Rob told me about the dream and recorded it in the morning.

[...] In it, Rob had gone downstairs to get the mail. [...] Rob opened it, and began to read.

Again Rob assured me that I wasn’t dreaming, but now I was sure that I was and afraid that I was about to awaken. Rob handed me the letter. [...]

Rob laughed at this, and so did I when he read me the notes. [...] Seth’s personality impressed Rob to such an extent that he, at least, was convinced that Seth was a completely independent personality. [...]

After having Rob describe the session, and after reading the notes, my attitude was one of simple astonishment. Rob and I are very informal; our friends are informal. [...]

[...] Since I “become” Seth in some fashion, I’m never able to see myself as Seth in the way that Rob can, or that my students can in a class session, but I do know that he makes a definite impression on others. [...] I questioned Rob constantly. [...]

The results were so surprising that rather than paraphrase Rob’s notes, I’m going to include them exactly as he wrote them. [...]

[...] Then, I remembered that when he was a young man, Rob’s father did have motorcycles. There were family pictures in an old album showing him proudly standing next to one when he was courting Rob’s mother. [...] So the connection became clear: There was a hidden association in Rob’s father’s mind and my own, an emotional shared experience that “predisposed” us toward an interest in cycles.

[...] I said to Rob, “Motorcycles are dangerous on a wet road.”

COMMENT: On July 10, we visited Rob’s parents. [...]

[...] After this, I meet Rob and some friends and tell them that from now on I will be more cautious.

[...] As we move toward door shadows, almost same, I see one woman carrying Rob’s landscape (the one in our bedroom) pushing it ahead of her. [...] Rob wakens me.

[...] I’m in line for a great job… walk with other women thinking how amazed Rob will be if I take it or get it… and that it would be good for me to mix with people for a change. [...]

[...] Notes by Rob. [...]

([Rob:] “For what?”

([Rob:] “What was his name?”)

([Rob:] “Can you spell that?”)

[...] “I talk to Rob. [...] Suddenly I see two Robs: Rob’s double is in another room, that I can also see from my viewpoint. I keep talking to Rob and tell him to stay where he is. [...] Sure enough I can see both Robs clearly. They both talk, so I tell Rob to come into the hall so he can see what I see. He does, and both Robs see each other. Others, hearing us, see both Robs also.”

[...] I think that here I had a false awakening and told Rob about the beautiful plants. [...]

(The false awakening: I tell Rob about the plants, and perhaps make a note to record the dream. [...]

[...] Then I have another false awakening in which I tell Rob about the dream and levitation.

(Then suddenly my own body and the room and John and Rob, the whole bit, began to get larger and larger, really massive, my body along with everything else, and at the same time, eyes closed of course, I felt the shapes doing this. [...] I panicked and yelled out and broke the trance with Rob’s help. [...]

[...] So now, wanting out, “I” tried to find “myself”—to make body make a motion to signal Rob. [...] Rob brought me out by touching me.

[...] In second episode I discovered that there were ways of “finding my I” I guess, and ending experience, by motioning Rob to touch me, or shake me, which breaks trance. [...]

I told her to come over, and Rob came out from his studio to take notes. [...] As the woman, I banged my fist up and down so hard on our table that Rob was afraid I’d break my hand. [...] The other personality took over rather completely, and Rob was actually concerned for my physical safety. I was able to “pull out” without any strained muscles or bruised bones—she was obviously used to a much larger and stronger body than mine—but since then Rob and I have been cautious.

[...] “Besides,” I said to Rob, “Seth says that we live in the ‘Spacious Present,’ and that there really isn’t any past, present, and future. [...]

I told Rob, and while he said that it was up to me, he wasn’t too happy. [...]

I nodded, remembering only too well the incident to which Rob referred. [...]

[...] On January 25th, Rob and I sat in the living room with this in mind. [...] I mentioned this experience briefly in How To Develop Your ESP Power, but here I’m including Rob’s notes which provide a fuller version of the event and our attitude toward it at the time.

[...] According to Rob, he behaved in a most energetic fashion, pacing the room as usual, stopping to joke with Rob, or pausing for a moment to look out the window. [...]

“Everything that she said was of a piece,” Rob told me later. [...]

“What’s wrong with that?” Rob said. [...]

Sometimes Rob prepared the envelopes just before a session, and sometimes way ahead of time. [...] He might use a letter, for example, that had come the day before, and which I had read, or a bill from several years back, or an item he picked up that I had never seen, or an envelope prepared by a friend—in which case the contents were unknown even to Rob. Pieces of paper Rob picked up in the streets, leaves, beer coasters, chunks of hair, photographs, sketches, bills—all were used at one time or another. Sometimes Rob chose items specifically because they had strong emotional charges connected with them. [...]

[...] I’d known her slightly in the past, but now she and her husband and Rob and I became good friends. [...]

[...] Besides, neither Rob nor I have ever been to Puerto Rico.

[...] As a matter of fact, as I write this book, Rob and I are just starting a joint series of projection experiments that Seth initiated. [...]