“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Beyond saying that Jane was a writer and that I was an artist, we told no one of our interests in life. [...]

[...] They cannot see beyond the times. [...]

Your mother still remembers the early days of her marriage, when she thought that she and your father would ultimately, beyond doubt, gain riches and success. [...]

[...] But beyond this, Miss Cunningham’s present personality has been gently disentangling itself from this plane of reality — and she simply did not remember him.

[...] Jane sits at her desk facing the row of windows to the west; from there she has an excellent view of the backyard and the street beyond. [...]

[...] Now why these personalities should be envisioned as overgrown birds is beyond me for everyone knows what birds do on rooftops. [...]

Those who need verbal messages most, and I am closing my eyes so no one will be offended, those of you who need verbal messages most, are those who have the greatest doubts about their own inner reality and experiences, (to Bette) but beyond that you distrust anyone who seems to have had a better education in this life than your own, and it is discrimination. [...]

[...] She tried tracing out the image on the tabletop with a forefinger, but could get nothing beyond the idea of circles being involved.

This analogy is not a very good one however, since the child does eventually leave the parent, but it is a true one because the inner self does indeed leave the physical image with which the ego is so concerned, when it passes beyond the physical field.

[...] The camouflage is necessary at this stage of development, intricate, complicated, various and beyond understanding of the outer senses which are the perceptors of camouflage itself, peculiarly adapted to see under particular circumstances. [...]

It is true that the difference is beyond words, that is the sense apparatus that you are trying to use, is much different than the outer apparatus with which you are familiar. [...]

During that experience I knew that we formed physical matter, not the other way around; that our senses showed us only one three-dimensional reality out of an infinite number that we couldn’t ordinarily perceive; that we could trust our senses only so far and only so long as we did not ask questions that were beyond their limited scope of knowledge.

[...] They pass beyond that system however, even as you pass through your system into theirs, and little by little they move away from your system entirely.

[...] Beyond that for a long time there will be no need for me to go any more deeply. [...]

[...] It was beyond your control.

This value or quality is simply beyond the boundary of your camouflage [...]

[...] I trust the elements of those perceptions, and my reactions to them, but their conscious understanding and integration remain beyond my abilities at this time. [...]

[...] The beginnings of dreams reach back into ‘past’ lives of which you are not aware and beyond even this; the origins are part of a heritage that was before your planet existed.

[...] I work around these creative outpourings by ministering to my wife, running our house and the many errands connected with our daily living, handling our publishing affairs, seeing visitors—expected and unexpected—and trying to answer at least some of the mail, which is threatening to accumulate beyond control. [...]

[...] This part, for now, I will call the self-conscious beyond the subconscious. [...]