“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] This does not mean that we do not repress fears and desires beneath consciousness. [...]

[...] They came tramping and laughing up the steps just beneath my open window. [...]

[...] It is not even the case on planes that you might consider lower than your own, nor is it the case with some portions of life that you consider beneath you on your own plane.

2. Just as he talks here about the surface nature of our travel, in Volume 1 of “Unknown” Reality Seth had a similar observation to make about our ideas of time; see the 688th session after 10:26: “Again, you live on the surface of the moments, with no understanding of the unrecognized and unofficial realities that lie beneath.”

[...] Jane said these lines and the dark smudges beneath them are what she believes she was referring to, more so than the other two horizontal sets of lines below the end of the key.

Some sense impressions fall beneath the threshold of consciousness, these impressions coming from the outside environment. [...]

[...] With you, your art talents lay beneath layers of fleshy lust at times. [...]

[...] This morning I discovered that the knots of muscle beneath her left elbow had almost disappeared—an effect I’d never seen before. [...]

[...] Your Frank, as their sister, disclosed their hiding place in a cellar beneath an old inn. [...]

For all of your complaining (Seth told us with some humor at 8:56), you understand in rather good measure the decisions and actions that motivate your lives, so that Ruburt is more than usually aware of the manipulations that psychologically and physically lie just beneath the material usually carried by what is ordinarily called the conscious mind. [...]

But beneath the sophisticated gestalt are the simpler foundations of its being and, indeed, the very acceptance of all stimuli without which identity would be impossible. [...]

“The relaxation involves a curious sense of dropping down inwardly, of going slowly beneath the realities we usually recognize. [...]

[...] Concord… a cellar beneath an old inn… stone walls, floor partially dirt. [...]

[...] I have said that the topmost part of the subconscious contains personal memories, that beneath these are racial memories, and so forth. Things are simply not layered in the way I speak of them, but continuing with the necessary analogy, on the other side of (or beneath, to you) the racial memories, you no longer exist within your plane; you look out upon another with the face of this other self-conscious part of you. [...]

[...] Here, we congratulated ourselves, lay bared all of those beliefs and motivations that for years had been hidden and operative beneath Jane’s symptoms: Here were the real reasons—now we could eradicate her physical hassles! [...]

2. At times after Jane began to really show her physical symptoms, my awareness of the fact that basically she’s a mystic became submerged beneath many other more “practical” matters. [...]

It’s not that my mind knows less
than it did before,
but that its reason
finally deduced
the magic of its source,
and sensed beneath
the logic of its ways
the deeper spontaneous
order
that powers its own thought.

[...] Once in that spot there had been flagstones and benches beneath an extended roof supported by four sets of wooden pillars. [...]