“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] And when you died, they ate your flesh and burned your bones and buried them in a circle around the image. [...]

(Pause.) Ruburt’s depression-part of today represented, again, his recognition and expression of feelings that before were to a large degree buried in the symptoms, or translated into them. [...]

Now I expect your joint and individual exuberance to spread in all areas of your life now—freely—but you must begin those lists and you must take what I have said this afternoon to heart, not bury it in the records.

[...] There are many such remains still buried, and as earth changes occurred, many were hidden completely—and yet may “turn up” once more in the great future, as still other earth transformations happen.

(Long pause.) Ruburt felt those issues could not be buried under the rug, but he did not realize the extent to which some of those old beliefs still lingered. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s fears, again, should not be buried, nor should they be emphasized, but the book will tell you how to handle this. [...]

This means of course that deeply felt hope must be sardonically examined, that deeply buried faith must be stated with parried thrusts, and to that extent the paper speaks for a concentrated portion of your population so that our Jim Poett, who is a poet at heart, must appear in the slightly worn cloak of the skeptic. [...]

[...] In answer to a question, Jane said that although reincarnational data would remain buried in many cases, it would still have to be dealt with, worked out in the present life in present terms.

They are not “lost”, buried or negated in some superself, without free will, self-determination, or individuality. [...]

I do not want you to bury such negative thoughts. [...]

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

[...] I buried him in the backyard. [...]

[...] Buried, however, near Lake Champlain, to the northwest in an old burial ground. [...]

[...] (Louder:) He will grow the flower of the intellect—a flower that must have its deep roots buried securely within the earth, and yet a flower that will send new psychic seeds outward, not only for itself but for the rest of nature, of which it is a part.

[...] In such a way buried issues were forced into the light, feared weaknesses or inadequacies were actively played out where they could be properly addressed, assorted and assessed. [...]

[...] Some part of you feels that when such blatant distortions occur, as sometimes occur in the packaging of the books, that far greater invisible lacks of integrity lie buried within. [...]

[...] (Something I’ve wondered about at times.) Ruburt has been facing the feelings of panic, however, that he had buried. [...]

[...] (Pause.) An illness of a severe nature may be used by an individual to put him or her into the most intimate contact with the powers of life and death, to initiate a crisis in order to mobilize buried survival instincts, to vividly portray great points of contrast and summon all of his or her strength.

[...] You have largely buried your own natural feelings in that direction.

Ruburt’s desire to walk normally for that matter comes from Framework 2, for it is a natural desire, in harmony with his basic being, that would flow into actuality on its own—had he not put impeding beliefs and contradictions in the way, so that the desire itself was buried beneath, say, debris.