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FROM ROB AND JANE BUTTS
FEBRUARY 3, 1969

Rob & Jane Butts

Robert F. Butts (1919 -): Jane Roberts. 1987. [...]

Robert F. Butts (1919 -): Self-portrait. 1987. [...]

Robert F. Butts (1919 -): Seth 1968. [...]

[...] I used the opportunity, then, to explain the great freedom available to Robert Butts’s mother after death — but also to explain those elements of her reality present during life that had been closed to him consciously because of mankind’s concepts about the nature of the psyche. I comment now and then about photographs that belong to the Butts family [including Jane Roberts], yet any reader can look at old photographs and ask the same questions, applying what is said here to private experience. [...]

[...] Jane Roberts’s husband, Robert Butts, wondered about the death of his mother (on November 19, 1973). In a session (the 679th for February 4, 1974) he brought out some old photographs. [...]

[...] In the recognized reality shared by the Butts family there had been no intimate contact between Joseph’s mother and Mr. Markle (as I’ll call him). Joseph’s mother had been greatly struck by the man, however, and was convinced that she could have married him instead of the husband she had chosen. [...]

(10:12.) Instead you have a rich interweaving of probabilities; for in one probability the two were indeed married, and that Stella [Butts] saw the house go to the eldest son (myself). In this probability, this Joseph instead comes upon the house of a relative stranger, finds it for sale, and can or cannot purchase it according to the new set of probabilities then emerging. [...]

[...] In this one Joseph can choose whether to buy or not, so there is no coercion (by Stella Butts), for example. [...]

(This portion is typed up by Jane Butts from notes taken on the spot by Robert Butts. [...]

(This portion is typed up by Jane Butts from notes taken on the spot by Robert Butts. [...]

---Jane Butts

NOTES BY JANE BUTTS ABOUT

2. Here Seth referred to the striking way in which my mother, Stella Butts, had recreated for the better her “memories” of her husband (my father). Robert Butts, Sr., died in February 1971, 34 months before she did. All of the members of the Butts family observed the pronounced changes in Stella’s thinking about her husband, although Jane and I were the only ones who ascribed those changes to her moving into another probable reality.

[...] Two serious notes: Alice Butts, who died last week, has already visited my father. [...] Alice Butts not helping Ruth Butts’ son, etc. [...]

[...] A Butts, I believe.” [...] The key is a mention of a Butts. Jane said that when giving the data she knew she meant the A as an initial A, standing for Alice Butts. [...] Alice Butts is a retired cousin of my mother’s whom my mother admires very much. [...] In addition, Leonard Yaudes, author of the envelope object, knows Alice Butts.

[...] A Butts, I believe.

Robert F. Butts

[...] In the oval, she was 30 years old when she sat for my father, Robert F. Butts, Sr., in 1959. [...]

Robert Butts’ portrait of Seth. [...] (Robert Butts)

Seth sessions are held in full light in the Butts’ living room. [...]

[...] (Robert Butts)

[...] —Jane Butts.

Now, with my eyes closed, the physical matter of Robert Butts vanishes, and the Robert Butts is seen as one unit in all these other forms. [...]

Ruburt, or Jane Butts , in this case was the emotional connection. The test itself involved however a particular photograph that was of Jane Butts at York Beach, and in which the Instreams did not appear. [...]

[...] Therefore, the two people came through clearly; and specifically I did not say that you and Ruburt, or Jane Butts, were the two people involved. [...]

Robert Butts

Stella Butts changed and grew. [...]

5. In Volume 1 Seth described the role a nonphysical Stella Butts played in Jane’s and my house-hunting activities in Sayre, Pennsylvania, last April: See the 693rd session, with notes.

I’d like to add that Seth’s material tonight on the Butts family situation is, if brief, very acute.

[...] The strange thing was that Grandmother Butts looked considerably younger than her son, my father. [...]

[...] 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. [...]

Our contacts now are not just contacts with Robert F. Butts and Jane Roberts, and that is why I have always used your entity names. [...]

(To me.) I speak to you as Joseph, and all unknowingly you react as Joseph; (leans forward) for Robert F. Butts alone, or Jane Roberts alone, would never have met me.