“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“Very vivid, and in color as usual: I dreamed that I was in the kitchen of our hill house in Elmira, preparing to go outside into the back yard. My mother, who died five years ago at the age of 81, was with me. She was of an indeterminate age in the dream, as I was, and I believe she was telling me what to expect out there. However, I also knew what to expect.

(“Out on the grass, I saw them: my deceased father and his mother. My father had also been 81 at the time of his death seven years ago. I estimate that his very elderly mother had died in 1926, when I was seven years old [I’m almost 59 now].

(“A very unusual dream. My father and his mother were waiting for me. The strange thing was that Grandmother Butts looked considerably younger than her son, my father. She was in her late 30’s or early 40’s, a beautiful woman with straight brown hair and striking blue-green eyes that had a strong magnetic quality.

(“Now my grandmother was on her knees, kneeling upright in the grass. I dropped to my knees before her. We greeted each other like old friends, wrapping our arms around one another as we talked, and kissed very animatedly. We were so pleased to see each other! I remember my father’s legs as he stood beside us. He was more shadowy all through the dream, however, not nearly as substantial and real as his mother was. Nor did I see my own mother — his wife — much more clearly. All of us were talking constantly, but I don’t remember what any of us said, except that our meeting marked a joyous occasion.

In your terms, your father’s mother is ready to enter time again. Your father was pointing you out to her, and acquainting her with other such living members of the family as well, who are still in time. Many individuals do this, psychologically becoming aware of relatives still living, even though in life they may never meet.

(The dream suggests numerous subjects that Seth didn’t go into, and that I’ll leave for the reader to consider: reincarnation, the shifting of ages and the independence of memory from time in the dream state, and so forth. I do have a few clear conscious memories of Grandmother Butts; the last time I saw her she was ill, a few months before her death 52 years ago. Yet, strangely, I can consciously accept that my grandmother passed away more than half a century ago easier than I can the fact that my own father and mother have already been dead for seven and five years, respectively.