“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Carol wants to publish the work, and asks about a Butts-Roberts biography — something I think we’ll probably pass upon. [...]

[...] Stella Butts had died in November 1973, at 81.

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

The couple, the probable Robert and Jane Butts, came into being at York Beach, as given in the earlier material. [...]

That Robert Butts did not continue his painting with any purpose, trying to be objective and sensible, lacking the understanding of his parents that you have achieved through sessions. [...]

[...] JB, or Ruburt; that is, Jane Butts here.

[...] JB, or Ruburt; that is, Jane Butts here.” [...]

[...] And even if Stella Butts were still living, I think it would be difficult to question her about an event that would have taken place approximately a quarter of a century ago.

The Butts family albums contain numerous photographs of my father as a young man, many of them self-taken with the aid of a timer; he poses with a variety of automobiles and motorcycles through the years before his marriage to my mother in 1917, and afterward, too. [...]

[...] Robert F. Butts.)

Robert F. Butts November 19, 1994

He is aware of this, but you are real to him in all of your Robert Butts time periods. [...]

[...] Through an arrangement with my mother, Stella Butts, Miss Bowman loaned me the money to attend commercial art school in New York City from 1939 to 1941. [...]

[...] Seth commented on my Stella Butts experience just as I was about to ask him to do so. [...]

Your own father (meaning mine) has been in contact with his relative recently dead (Alice Butts). [...]

“Mrs. Butts, Mrs. Butts,” she’d call, and when I answered my door, she’d say, “Come, see. [...]

FORWARD BY ROB BUTTS

(Note: The letter from David Butts arrived today, but I haven’t read it yet.)

[...] This, Joseph, is an attempt now (points to Robert Butts, eyes closed) for Ruburt does not know terms. [...]

[...] Very simply: I dreamed that I was a youth, and that even though there was snow on the ground I’d been given the task of taking care of a beautiful young tree growing in a large field next to the Butts family home in Sayre, Pennsylvania. [...]

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

[...] I simply went into trance twice a week, spoke in a “mediumistic” capacity for Seth, or as Seth, and dictated the words to my husband, Robert Butts, who wrote them down.

Butts.

[...] In this life Ruburt is called Jane, and her husband, Robert Butts, takes down the words that Jane speaks. [...]