“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Instantly I remembered my own experience, and told Bill to wait while Rob got my notes, so I could check them as Bill talked. [...] Seth stood by his bed, fully three-dimensional, looking just like Rob’s painting of him. [...]

Besides the session, Rob and I and the Barnards had a great time discussing out-of-body experiences.

I had no idea how to tell Rob that I was out of my body, as Seth was carrying on as usual. [...]

In here, because of the specific material, Rob began to wonder if projection was involved. [...]

(Sumari came through with a chant for class then a message to Rob and Sue, then to Rob, Sue and Bette. [...]

(A pause while Rob answered the door.)

[...] Now who else do you know, except those two people (Jane and Rob), who would sit for one solid hour conversing in a language they do not understand? [...]

([Florence:] “Keep an eye on Jane and Rob.”)

Rob and I grew up in the world of Freudian and Darwinian concepts too, of course. [...] Rob and I have been given a new, vaster philosophical structure through the Seth sessions, one that we share with our readers. [...]

The Seth sessions and Seth’s books are inevitably connected to my relationship with Rob, of course. [...] Rob’s remarkable mind with its questions and probing nature has always stimulated me to do my best, and has served as a kind of invisible but sturdy psychological screen, helping me view myself and the sessions as clearly as possible. [...]

Rob’s notes provide the necessary exterior orientation for this present volume, as they do for the previous Seth books, and hint at the framework of normal life in which Seth so gallantly “appears” twice weekly, tossing off my glasses and thereby signaling the beginning of my trance. [...]

[...] Rob and I ate and watched the television news. [...]

(Last night April 23, Monday, Rob suddenly got super-relaxed and really floppy before our scheduled Seth session. In the meantime though as I went into the john, I started to pick up some of the things Seth was going to discuss, and after Rob began his odd relaxation, I got more. As best as I could I told Rob what I was getting. We decided not to have the session—I don’t think Rob could have taken notes anyhow; besides I wanted him to take advantage of what was happening.

(This is more or less what I was getting, and told Rob, though I’ve probably forgotten some things. That Rob was having a “body vacation” or that his body was taking a vacation, a rest; and that the contrast between his floppy state and his usual one would let him know how tight he’d been.... Something about us not taking vacations….and even not wanting to rest between mental creative projects; that Rob had his stomach troubles when he needed a rest....a vacation of some sort could have prevented that....but since we prefer to do things differently, we should frequently arrange changes in our lives....that we control....changes in the house, routine, hours....or even a week off to do the house or yard or whatever.... [...]

(We should consider such changes as a part of our working life, to provide refreshment; otherwise we just stew because we’re not “creative or working” or whatever....even furniture rearranging or changing whole rooms to different functions can be considered a vacation of a sort, and while I’ve always felt guilty at involving Rob in changing furniture—but do, anyhow. [...]

([Rob:] “Ventricle?”)

([Rob:] “How will John make out on his trip to Chicago this spring?”)

([John and Rob:] “Yes.”)

([John to Rob:] “It’s up to you.”

[...] [Rob: Please see a NY-state road map.]

5. Gardner Road mentioned—no, incident on Chambers Road, however, this is in same area: both in Horseheads [?] [Rob: Watkins Glen north, Elmira south.]

(During break—I think this break—I told Jane and Rob of when I was very young—ten or eleven. [...]

What our friend here told you (Rob) is indeed true. [...]

[...] Doing things for other people is important, but doing things, as our friend (Rob) said, for yourself is imperative.

([Seth and Rob:] “Dressing in the morning.”

Above, Rob’s double portrait of Ruburt and Joseph. This represents Jane’s and Rob’s Whole Selves, the sum of their reincarnational personalities. (Robert Butts) Below, Jane and Rob in the same pose for comparison. [...]

[...] Seth’s ideas on this subject have been of great value to Rob and me, and to everyone who has come in contact with them. [...]

[...] She took a liking to Rob and myself, and often we would sit, she and I at this same table where I’m writing this book, and chat.

Rob laughed; she sounded so put upon, so determined to place the blame elsewhere.

[...] A mourning dove makes its lonely lovely sound; Frank comes in to make a phone call—ordering concrete for later today; Rob is typing in another room, the FM radio station is playing a symphony; outside my side window the green leaves shimmer in the air; and again, everything seems synchronized in its own fashion; everything separate yet together. [...] this all continues; I feel a twinge of guilt—Rob’s typing reminds me that I was to do my three hours—but this IS writing; cataloging body-mood changes; I want to sketch the men working—eyes, sinuses, ears and neck strongly “working.” [...]

[...] In a way later, I “put my faith” in Rob as being older, wiser, and so forth, and idealized him. [...] I think Rob considers it embarrassing—but I don’t KNOW that he does.

When the two of you work with Framework 2 then, say, Jane one and Rob one can help each other help Jane two and Rob two also, so that you add to your benefits. [...]

[...] When Rob two and Jane two are overemphasized, then you both add to each others difficulties. [...]

[...] Trying to find man’s personal path as a species in the cosmos, rather than just as a species on the earth; this presupposes that I find my own personal path within that cosmos; and where I’ve been bold in certain respects—with Rob’s help it also seems to me that I’ve been supercautious; in perhaps too many instances. [...] A greater boldness might also be therapeutic—and I certainly know I can count on Rob. [...]

Seth first mentioned The Nature of Personal Reality in Session 608, April 5, 1972, only shortly after Rob and I had finished reading proofs for his previous book, Seth Speaks: The Eternal Validity of the Soul. He actually began dictation on April 10, 1972, but our personal reality was suddenly disturbed when we were caught in the flood caused by Tropical Storm Agnes. As a result, as you’ll see in Rob’s notes, further work on the book was delayed for some time.

As usual, Rob methodically records each session in his own version of shorthand and then types it. [...] Periodically Rob notes the passage of time, to show how long it takes Seth to get through a particular passage. [...]

Since the early days of our sessions, which began in late 1963, Seth has consistently called me Ruburt, and Rob, Joseph, saying that these names refer to the greater selves from which our present identities spring. [...]

(My condition: A feeling of weightlessness, of inability to function in the physical world, yet because my motions were so strange this gave Rob the impression that my limbs were heavy; to me they were light as air. [...] Yet all the while my senses were amazingly alert and I conversed with Rob more or less normally. [...] When Rob took my hand it was very wet and floppy.

(Rob made coffee for me. [...] Rob made me drink two cups of coffee; I stood with my head out the window in the cold night air. [...]

[...] 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. [...]

[...] Rob asked what was wrong. [...]

[...] Rob was out. [...]

I fell asleep and dreamed that Rob had just come home and had begun to redecorate the room. [...]

[...] “Rob, this isn’t really our apartment, is it?” I asked. [...]

“You’re normally awake,” Rob said. [...]

Rob.

Love, Rob

(The incident referred to is as follows: Rob was very sick last winter and spring and into summer. [...] Rob was inclined to call it off, but I was [...]

(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. [...]

[...] I mentioned my feelings to Rob, along with their uncanny resemblance to us, and also said that they could almost be us many years from now, though I certainly hoped not.

(Rob surprised me by asking me to dance, insisting even, though the dance number was a twist, and we didn’t know it. [...]

(Or when I love Rob so much and I’m afraid that I’m robbing him by knocking out qualities in me that he loved and that I can’t get them back or be lovely again [despite what I wrote above].

(Or when I HAVE decided to get better and improve, I’d change my mind at any “danger”; or I’d get better awhile to make Rob feel better when I think he’d rather just have a normal wife. [...]

4. Can’t count on Rob to do much financially, would think it self-betrayal on his part to get a job, and he always complained at Artistic. [...]

7. With the symptoms Rob does lots of chores I think he wouldn’t do otherwise, freeing me to work? [...]

[...] But far more than Rob, from the beginning I was nervous and anxious—about directly coming out with many of the ideas—which at the same time I fervently and even passionately believe in.... [...]

(We have a lovely quiet Xmas—Gallaghers here Xmas Eve—four inches or so of snow, Joe and Margaret here last PM—pleasant—I give Rob his planter thing; we get the bed. [...]

[...] Now I got out of bed [in the dream], went into Rob’s room and found that another radio sat on the bookcase where the Seth material is kept, and that the voices were coming from this radio also. [...]

[...] Opening them, I find a lovely table-and-chair set of simulated wood, and I tell Rob that we can use them in our new kitchen.

[...] Then I remember that it is nearly lunchtime, and Rob will be home. [...]