“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It is the language beneath touch, and you do not need words for it though you must translate your experience somehow. [...]

[...] So beneath such gatherings there would be hidden dynamics, psychological activities that could explain the behavior of crowds, political parties, and so forth….”

[...] He has been in past existences concerned with matters that lie beneath matter, if you will excuse a pun; and for this reason the interest has grown. [...]

[...] I had used Jane as a model, and in the painting she stood by a river, beneath trees; across the river could be glimpsed a village.)

[...] Your illness was then used by Ruburt to bring to the surface of his mind deeply-rooted fears that had been festering beneath. [...]

[...] Otherwise identity is smothered to a large degree beneath a strictly oriented one-sex identification, with other characteristics masked and denied expression.

[...] You are at that point trying to shove beneath awareness certain feelings of yours, mentioned in our last session. [...] Considerable energy is used to continue the repression as the pressure from beneath grows.

[...] The inner self however is not so limited, as you know, and inner communications continue always beneath words. [...]

[...] You use them beneath conscious level to some degree now. [...]

This process continues beneath conscious and even subconscious awareness. [...]

Both mechanisms suddenly line up the belief systems in one particular manner, knocking aside all doubts but accepting instead a strict obedience to the new belief system, and a new reorganization of life itself beneath that new cause.

[...] This interpretation of inner reality into physical terms is at first automatic, and far beneath conscious levels. [...]

Beneath these root assumptions however portions of the self perceive physical reality in an entirely different fashion, free of the tyranny of objects and material form. [...]

[...] His sign is fastened to the wall of the house beside an office door, beneath a porch roof, and would not be readable, probably, from a passing car.

[...] Her head felt weightless beneath my finger, I told her, and she said it felt weightless to her, too. [...]

[...] Beneath the surface of events you felt unfulfilled, and felt that you had great courage and abilities with never a chance to use them, and no “heroic” episodes then to rouse you to fuller understanding, and no real impetus to lift you or to bring excitement into your days. [...]

[...] I said our craving for such “entertainment” must reflect our basic social beliefs beneath our veneer of respectability — the conscious, negative fears of the unknown, meaning that we’ve created such a division in ourselves by shutting out our conscious awareness of our own true selves. [...]

[...] In periods of severe personality disturbances that can occur simultaneously with great creativity, the ego becomes terrified of the strength of the creative ability, fearing that it can be crushed beneath.

[...] I realized that I was smiling, and that beneath the blindfold my eyes were open. [...]

[...] Without warning I felt as if the bed was disappearing beneath my hands, as sand will shift away, leaving pockets of nothingness there, that kept enlarging. My thumbs definitely felt as if they were grasping the edge of these holes of nothingness; the holes enlarged further, spreading out beneath. [...]

[...] Feeling resumed of bed disappearing beneath my hands. [...]

The knee material (drainage) is drying up from beneath (long pause), and that is also part of the therapeutic process. [...]

[...] They cannot themselves interpret the reality beneath them. [...]

[...] When she picked it up she said, staring, “It’s almost as if you’ve got to choose between biting into the sandwich, your hand that holds it, or your knee beneath the hand — not because you’re disoriented but because everything’s all one. [...]

I am directly beneath, you see. [...]

(When break was over, Jane once again spoke in the first-effect voice, where Seth hovered just beneath the surface of her own personality. [...]

Those feelings do indeed encourage expression of consciousness, and release intuitive information that may otherwise be buried beneath tensions and fears.

[...] Tabletop didn’t break beneath Bill’s hands, he said, but, he believes, when table fell over to floor & struck edge of table top against floor, away from Bill and Pat.