“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I hadn’t tried to do any in-depth probing with the pendulum.)

[...] It is not registered by Ruburt’s eyes (pause), which do not have the multidimensional depth perception necessary. [...]

[...] I don’t suppose this description adequately describes the depth of my feelings, since I’ve really been bothered for some time, to the extent that I no longer feel free physically, and once again have contemplated seeking medical help as a last resort.

Again, in actuality all of this took place at once, yet the depth of psychological experience contained therein can never be measured, for it involved a kind of value fulfillment with which each consciousness is involved. [...]

[...] Now I am not going in depth, I am merely bringing to the surface feelings of which I know, of which you may or may not be aware, but in which you are involved. [...]

[...] In this current book, however, he discusses in depth how our private realities merge into mass experience. [...]

Sweet is the depth

[...] By this I mean that although the eyes are for seeing, the ears for hearing, and so forth, the potentials of the physical body include the capacity to hear, for example, through any given portion of the bodily expanse … Sound, then, can be felt as well as heard, although in such cases you may say that the sound is heard in the depths of the tissues; this, however, being an analogy … Ruburt, in feeling sound, merely experienced it from a different perspective.

[...] Because of her defective vision Jane sees perspective differently than I do, yet achieves her own kind of depth with her “instinctive” designs and color choices. [...]

[...] “I paint like I do because I don’t have any depth perception. [...]

During her early years Jane had naturally and deeply loved her mother, and tried in every way a child could to please her—yet she became ashamed at the treatment she was receiving from Marie, and for the most part kept it a secret while growing up; we’d been married for some years before I really began to understand the depth of her feelings on that score. [...]

In an experience last evening in the dream state, Ruburt received fresh evidence by viewing for himself portions of two other lives—merely snatches of environment, but so dearly filled with precious belongings and loved ones, so alive with immediacy-that he was shocked to realize that the full dimensions of existence could continue so completely in such detail and depth at the same time as his present life.

[...] These as I have said have also boundless solidarity and depth, yet in usual circumstances to one side the other is transparent. [...]

[...] The sudden volume and depth and timbre of my voice was instantly apparent, and startled me. [...]

[...] It would be for the author to conduct a survey of the surviving members of families involved in such accidents, to study the after-effects, see what changes the tragedy had brought about in their lives, their habits, ways of thinking and looking at life—in short, the detailed study of each family case history would comprise an intimate, in-depth probing of all the complicated effects that had resulted from that single tragic event.

[...] It can be interpreted at many depths. [...]

[...] I gave up the lessons quickly though when I learned of her lack of depth perception— one night she drove off a curving road into a field

[...] Consciously you have simply lost sight of it, and have not followed it through in its endless depths.

[...] The natural self, however, like the rest of nature, possesses a rich dimension of inside psychological depth, that science, because of its own definitions, cannot perceive. [...]

[...] Beyond this, however, as I believe I mentioned in a few classes, it is not out of the inner sense of my invisible heart but out of the depths of your own psychology that you make me into the image of a wise old man and project upon me authority images that lurk in your own mind. [...]

[...] They are having a reunion in depth.

Now I have adopted this measure simply because it is impossible to speak to each of you individually with any depth or meaning, but (to Valerie) I want you to realize that you are not alone, and that isolation is a manufactured thing. [...]

[...] When the interference had been strong, covering most of the field of vision, I had experienced a peculiar sense of both darkness and light, with the objective world indistinguishable within what I can only describe as a field of patterned, alternating lightness and darkness that possessed a velvety depth.

There are different depths to be probed in reincarnational existences. [...]