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Robert F. Butts (1919–): Beyond the Door. [...]

[...] So far, however, physically there is only the page of paper upon which Robert Butts is writing down these words I speak.

[...] The complicated family situation involving Mother Butts isn’t gone into here, but Jane and I decided to include the more generalized parts of Seth’s information; we think it will help others in their relationships with old people.

[...] Only the session notes taken by my husband, Robert Butts, tell me what particular daily events we were engaged in during the time of the book’s production. [...]

[...] “Mrs. Butts? Mrs. Butts?” she kept saying, exactly as she used to when she came to me for help.

[...] It was David Butts again—telling me that since our talk last week he’s been free of the rather obsessive thinking about sending and receiving telepathic messages involving a certain female comedy star who appears on a late-night TV show. [...]

[...] Later, while resting, I received a mental impression of Linda Butts and perhaps her mother Betts. [...]

Robert F. Butts
September 1978

BY ROB BUTTS

The Butts family does have a bit of history in Elmira, though. [...]

DESCRIPTION OF THE VISITORS IN OCTOBER, 2002
BY LAUREL LEE DAVIES-BUTTS.

[...] Mark Twain and his wife [as well as Jane Roberts, Robert Butts, and Seth] called Elmira, New York, home for years, and appear to still be psychologically involved with the sites.)

Each of you now as you sit before the image that you call Jane Butts or Ruburt, each of you now are, indeed, as ghostly as you may think that I am for you form your own physical image about you and you pretend it is your real self. [...]

(The photograph of me, taken and dated by my father [Robert Sr.], has been kept in one of the Butts family albums for 53 years. [...]

Seth has discussed the members of the Butts family at times, including some of their reincarnational aspects. [...]

[...] You know Ruburt as Jane Butts. [...]

Robert F. Butts, my husband, sits on the couch across from me, taking verbatim notes of what I say as Seth, transcribing these “other-worldly” communications with a modern pen on good white bond paper. [...]

8. Seth’s information here, that scientists and inventors often tune in to the world views of other such individuals, at once reminded me that a similar long-term situation could have existed within the Butts family.

[...] According to Seth, a still-living probable self of Robert Butts, Sr., is “a well-known inventor, who never married but used his mechanically creative abilities to the fullest while avoiding emotional commitment.” [...]

[...] (I, Robert Butts, was one of the believers.) The lie did not become truth but it became more nearly so, for despite their failures the ex-servicemen managed to bring up children who would not go to war willingly, who would question its premise.

[...] Most striking of all perhaps, she said that when she heard herself speak the initials J. B., she knew that Seth meant Jane Butts, the subject of the photograph. [...]

Robert F. Butts (1919 –): My Glass-Door Dream. [...]

When you think of yourself simply as Robert Butts you limit your reality. [...]

(Jane wondered how tonight’s material applied to my mother, [who had died three months ago]: “… to Mom Butts herself — not just the theory of it … Is she in another probability now?”

(Seth’s confirmation that I had at least some success with my car experiment prompted me to suggest to Jane that when we drove to Rochester to visit my brother William Richard Butts, that we should both concentrate on keeping the car’s consumption of oil to a minimum. [...]