“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Peggy recalled that Bill’s mother had been buried in a blue dress, which upset Bill’s father very much; and that Bill’s mother had many blue dresses in her wardrobe.

[...] Barbara could verify none of this experience, which would be the case were it buried in the subconscious. [...]

Ruburt, as I mentioned earlier, has always felt a kinetic unity with the earth, and experiences in a watered-down fashion the seasonal burying of seeds. [...]

Nightmares on the part of children often operate as biological and psychic releases, during which buried out-of-time perceptions emerge explosively — events perceived that cannot be reacted to effectively in the face of parental conditioning. [...]

[...] They also imply the feelings of love and acceptance that are buried beneath your own fears, and those that you are terrified of expressing in physical reality. [...]

[...] Since through my internal vision I evidently looked in upon a particular past life of my own, however unaware I was of what I was doing, it seems that the knowledge of that existence may not be too deeply buried within my psyche. [...]

[...] Consciously of course Jane knows Ezra Havens is dead and buried. [...]

There are unknown dimensions then to his own work that will begin to materialize, and that would be buried had he continued to produce simply what he thought he should produce. [...]

[...] There was constant communication between these three portions of one entity, though they were born and buried at different dates. [...]

[...] The cat was not a passive receptor, however, and also learned from his encounters with your neighbor downstairs (who also has a cat). Many of Ruburt’s feelings about his mother are buried in Rooney’s grave. [...]

[...] Rich members I believe, and they were buried nearby. [...]

Ruburt sensed this feeling, and it was often in reaction against it that we did not have our next private session, and hence the buried connection: “If you do not love me I will not have a session for you.” [...]

[...] After the session Bill Gallagher told us his mother had been a bookkeeper, was buried wearing a blue dress—blue was her favorite color—and that she was indeed very fond of flowers.)

[...] There was constant communication between these three portions of one entity, though they were born and buried at different dates. [...]

(Aunt Ella was buried in Wellsburg, NY, a small town near Elmira. [...]

[...] You died at 63 and were buried in the church courtyard.

[...] Your scientists write about heredity, buried and coded in the genes,⁶ blueprints for an identity not yet formed. [...]

[...] I won’t claim that residues of it may not be buried within my psyche (and within Jane’s), but it’s very difficult to stay mad when one agrees with the simple but most basic and profound idea that you do create your own reality.

[...] When you begin to travel away from that home station, you become more aware of the other frequencies⁴ that are buried within it. [...]

[...] The experience becomes a part of [buried] memory and may be recovered through hypnosis. [...]