“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Then I was behind my head. [...]

[...] He is now aware for the first time clearly, of certain areas of rigidity, and realizes the fear behind them. [...]

In greater terms, seconds and moments do not exist, either, but the reality that is behind time or that you perceive as time, the “outside time” events, are composed of units that also have their own kind of consciousness. [...]

[...] I also think that Seth will be able to say more on the beliefs behind her feelings as this book progresses.

[...] Your own fear, admitted, would lead you to other feelings behind it, and to a greater understanding of yourself.

The tale has always appealed to children because they recognize the validity behind it.² The fairy godmother is a creative personification of the personalized elements in Framework 2 — a personification therefore of the inner ego, that rises to the aid of the mortal self to grant its desires, even when the intents of the mortal self may not seem to fit into the practical framework of normal life. [...]

[...] Loyalty to friends and family was discouraged, and so those in Jonestown had left strong bonds of intimacy behind. [...]

[...] It is however sunken in silt, behind a warm current, and very concealed.

[...] The frameworks that it leaves behind can be used by others. [...]

[...] You are so taken up with your precious camouflage patterns, and so unfamiliar with the inner propulsion behind all such materializations, that it will be a while before any headway is made.

[...] For the record, you understand that I am referring to egotistical material as that portion that is concerned with the outer camouflage-oriented personality, and that the stronger inner ego actually represents the power and ability behind the outer ego.

The Impetus Behind Unconscious Intrusions

[...] These repressed emotions, and the whole charge behind such distorted concepts about the unconscious, result in a projection outward upon others. [...]

(Our raccoon friends were stirring in the fireplace behind me. [...]

[...] You actually have the innocent self in a kind of second stage, for now it has the experience of the Sinful Self behind it. [...]

[...] The consciousness behind the form, that imposes the form, does endure; because while energy continually changes and does not retain imposed form, it is in itself conscious, and its consciousness endures.

[...] You seldom look for the reasons behind the attitudes. [...]

[...] The nerves are physically urging him on—hence of course the walking in the kitchen, the impatience in the chair, the odd nervous sensations in the legs and hips, and behind this, your decision again not to hide —not to be apologetic. [...]

Such images are constructed of emotional energy, but they also are partially formed from the chemical structure of the individual or individuals behind such productions. [...]

When I look up at those three high, old-fashioned bay windows that illuminate the living room of Apartment 4, on the second floor of that house, I visualize Jane sitting behind them at her oak table, thinking and writing, intrigued and comforted by the busy patterns of people and automobiles traversing the intersection she looks down upon: Walnut and West Water Streets. And behind those windows, at night in that living room, she paces back and forth for hours at a time after she begins to speak for Seth in December 1963. [...]

[...] However, she hadn’t had a session, regular or private, in over 10 weeks [since August 13], so on October 27 she recorded in her journal the continuance of her daily creative struggles: “And once again I’m way behind in sessions and writing. [...]

[...] Even the mental enzymes themselves are interchangeable as far as the principle behind them is concerned, though for practical purposes they maintain separate and distinct qualities in their materializations in one plane. [...]

[...] Now typing up this material the next day, I must say that my reading of the clock may not have been entirely accurate; it sat on a shelf behind me and I merely looked quickly over my shoulder. [...]