“Lao Tzu fell asleep and dreamt he was a butterfly.
Upon wakening he asked, Am I a man who has just
been dreaming he was a butterfly? Or a sleeping
butterfly now dreaming he is a man?”
Robert, Part 1
June 3, 1980 3:00 A.M.
Waking up as a young boy in a dream, I found myself standing on the soft shoulder at the intersection of two Maine country roads. Judging by the height of the grass in the lush green fields surrounding the intersection, I would guess it was late spring. It was also a beautiful, warm, and sunny day. I knew it was Maine because I was born and grew up there. Many of my dreams are set in Maine because of its familiarity and the emotional impact of many of my childhood experiences. Another road several blocks away appeared to be Route 9. Early in my marriage to Sandra in this life, I used to drive to and from home to work and to school once a day, five times a week.
Suddenly, a large, imposing man in his 50s or 60s was standing in front of me, staring into my face intently. As far as I could tell, he came from nowhere. Tall, stout, and wearing glasses, he struck me as a man of great intelligence and clarity of mind. Despite his age and girth, he appeared extraordinarily powerful and a bit frightening, to be honest.
Before this man’s mysterious appearance, I had been studying a tall brick building on the far side of Route 9. I had never seen one there before and it was strange to see one there now because so few people live in this heavily wooded area. It was four or five stories high and looked brand new. Before either of us spoke, I sensed a connection between us. Sure enough, his first words were “you came here for a reason”. Intrigued by his seeming foreknowledge, my fear gave way to curiosity. It seems the building belonged to him and he wanted me to join him there for tea and a conversation.
Once inside the building the man took me by the arm and steered me to an elevator for a ride to the roof. As we left the elevator I noticed a four foot high wall surrounding the roof’s edge. We walked toward the man’s apartment, which was built on top of the roof. To my left, I noticed an anxious young boy standing with one elbow resting on top of the wall. He was taking turns looking from us to the landscape below and back at us again. He not only seemed nervous, he looked unhappy.
I sensed there were other children around as well, which explained why a roof wall was necessary. Curious about the boy standing by the wall, I left my host and walked over to him. When he turned to look at me, I knew he was my oldest brother Rudy, who, in this reality, at this time (2018), is deceased. He was wearing glasses with thick lenses that resembled the bottom of a coke bottle. It seemed strange because Rudy’s eyesight in this reality had always been good throughout his life. In this alternate reality, however, his thick glasses suggested (symbolized?) near blindness (lack of foresight?). Before long, it became clear that he was unhappy because I had been selected for the job of bringing light, in the form of new understanding, into the world*, instead of him.
* Like sperm sent out to impregnate an ovum, I think many of us set out to bring the light of new ideas into the world but only a few succeed to any great extent, which, if you think about it, seems okay because every little bit counts doesn’t it? What do you think? Given the many challenges we all face in life, the likelihood that many of us will fail to achieve this goal is high. In my case, I keep plugging away at it but I have no idea whether or not what I’m doing will change a thing for anyone except me.
In biological reality, Rudy and I had been great friends when we were young. After he married and had children, his values began to change, however, and, before long, the chase for money, power, and privilege was on. From my perspective, it appeared as if he let materialism become more important to him than love and relationships. The many relationships he did cultivate seemed to have more to do with his success in business than the experience of genuine love, truth, and joy in life. During visits to his house, I liked to talk about the reality behind reality while he liked to talk about being practical and taking care of necessities of life. As our value systems grew apart, we grew apart.
Standing on the roof with this young version of Rudy now, it seemed most likely to me that his insistence on becoming a full-fledged, free-market capitalist in the material world had not prepared him for the spiritual task it was hoped I was prepared to perform. As much as I tried to deny it, the power of my desire to understand the nature of Being and Creation was so compelling it seemed unstoppable. Yet, I worried that I might not be able to understand it. And if I did understand it, I feared the consequences of sharing it.
It is challenging to confront others with new ideas that contradict the old ones they have come to rely on. Sometimes it must be done, however, if we expect to evolve beyond our current level of development when it’s beginning to fail. If we wait too long, we may pass the point of no return.
Feeling the need to talk further with the man I met on the road, I turned and left Rudy’s troubled young self standing by the roof wall, still unhappy.
After entering his apartment, I found my host standing in the kitchen in shorts and a sleeveless tee-shirt, preparing a pot of tea. Hopefully, there would be enough for me too!
In shorts and a t-shirt, he looked even more formidable. He looked like someone you wouldn’t want to mess with for fear of getting your ass kicked royally. But I doubted he would resort to violence to resolve a conflict. He seemed too wise and caring for that.
After sitting down and pouring our tea, we began to get acquainted. He began by telling me he was my Inner Self or Oversoul. What did this make me, a fragment personality from his larger consciousness? He told me his name was Robert and when I asked him if he was the same “Robert” Sandra and I met through our Ouija Board in 1979, he said, “yes.”
Sandra and I, like Jane Roberts and her husband, Robert Butts, decided to use a Ouija Board to see if we could contact individuals from higher realms of consciousness. We thought it might provide great material for Coordinate Point Magazine. Like Jane and Rob, we wanted to gain access to greater understanding.
Not long after we started using the Ouija Board, Sandra began receiving messages in her mind before we could spell them out with the pointer or planchette. It was happening to me too. There was a difference though. While I was more willing to let these ideas speak for themselves, Sandra was not. If she couldn’t be sure that the ideas she was channeling were coming from a consciousness higher than her own, she didn’t want to have anything to do with it.
So, it fell back to me to dope out the unknown and unseen step by step and day by day. I’ve been doing a little bit at a time for pretty much my whole life, both in my spare time while working, and full time in retirement. Now that I’ve reached a certain point in personal development and world conditions have deteriorated further, I feel compelled to speed things up.
A Little Setup for Events That Are About to Happen
In October 1978, I published my first monthly edition of Coordinate Point magazine. Not being a writer by choice and having to work three days a week besides, I grew tired of writing for and publishing a magazine after two years. Even though the magazine was small and written for and by the people who use it, including me, it took a lot of time to put together, get it printed, and mailed out. Sandra helped with editing and both she and our two children contributed art for some of the articles. Random art was also contributed by our subscribers and it was absolutely amazing to see how many of their images fit together with the articles we received. In April, 1980, we moved from San Francisco to Santa Rosa, California, 55 miles north.
Starting in mid-1979, my health had begun to fall apart. Arthritis began roving throughout my body. One example is the middle finger of my left hand. It became stiff and I could no longer bend it. We still have a picture of me rowing a dingy near Basket Island in Casco Bay, Maine during a family visit late in the summer of 1980. It shows my middle finger extended out as if I’m giving the whole world a permanent one-finger salute. At the same time I started limping due to swollen joints in several of my toes on my right foot and swelling in the ball of my left foot. Other joints were involved as well, including both temporal mandibular joints. Whenever I chewed anything it hurt terribly and it sounded like my jaw joints had turned into gravel. To learn about how I overcame this disease read my account of Chest Cavity Blues. Hint: marijuana played an important role in the release of this disease.
Back to Robert in His Apartment
After bringing our teacups to the sink to rinse them, Robert told me we would be working together a lot in the future because my job was to channel his thoughts into the world like Jane Roberts and Seth. Oh, oh, that wouldn’t work for me and I proceeded to tell him why. I was not comfortable being the mouthpiece for someone else’s ideas, even if it was the larger consciousness I was a part of. As a human being, if I’m going to be held responsible for what comes out of my mouth or keyboard, in human terms, it was going to have to come from me. Well, Robert didn’t like this idea and all of a sudden I found myself tightly pinned between his bulging stomach and the kitchen counter. It seemed neither of us were happy. After a minute or so of studying the look of determination on my face and mentally exploring other possibilities, he relaxed and stepped back, releasing me.
After accepting my decision, he promised to help me out in any way he could. It wasn’t that I trusted myself more than him; it was more about not letting myself be pushed into something before I was ready. It was a gamble for the both of us but it was all I was willing to do, even though it placed another layer of responsibility on my shoulders. At this point, the need for our meeting was over. We rode the elevator to the ground floor and stepped outside the building. We said our goodbyes, hugged, and I headed out into the world, my dedication to the goal of making the invisible, visible and the unknown, known, renewed, if not for anyone else, for me at least.
After this dream I attempted to channel Robert’s ideas several times with some success. However, I was never completely happy with the process or the results. The quality of our transmission didn’t seem good enough for me to share. I blame myself for this, because I know my concern about being held responsible for the consequences of what someone else thinks and says interferes with my ability to keep an open mind or channel. Besides, I’m more of a hands-on person anyway.
Even though channeling proved to be a bust, Robert has helped me out in many ways. One, in particular, proved to be extremely powerful and dramatic. See the link below for Robert, Part 2 – Robert Enters My Body and Delivers Three Babies.
For more on Oversouls, read The Ball of Light – A Lucid Dream About the Nature of Being and Creation.
For reference:
Robert, Part 2, Robert Enters My Body and Delivers Three Babies. The baby’s names are Helen, Daniel, and Michael. Helen embodies the energy of love, Daniel, the energy of truth, and Michael, the energy of joy.
Robert, Part 3, George on Robert’s Actions and Intent. George, another invisible friend, shares his view of Robert’s actions and intent.
Robert, Part 4, what are Thoughts and how do They Create Our Reality? As we think, feel, act and react, we create. To change what we create, we must change what we think and feel, how we act and react. (Under construction.)
By Roger A. “Pete” Peterson – https://realtalkworld.com
“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having (creating) a human experience.” – Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
“We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking we used when we created them.” – Albert Einstein
“You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.” ― R. Buckminster Fuller
What others will not or cannot do for us, we must do for ourselves.
Seek the greatest understanding and serve the highest good.
Affirm what you believe!
