“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(The Rev. John Cross and wife, Mabel were guests for the evening. Jane introduced Jack as a “rock drummer. “ His presence was advanced as a possible reason for the quietness of the class.)

([Jack Cross:] “When we leave the physical body, where do we go?”)

([Jack Cross:] “What determines the time between reincarnations?”)

([Jack Cross:] “How do you discover those answers for yourself?”)

[...] The bare cross to you had a pure Protestant feeling. You did not have, in the past life, any idea of joy connected with religion, however, the cross being then a symbol of death, leading to a Puritan afterlife.

Obviously, even if I could make it an iron cross that size would be incredibly heavy to hang from our ceiling. [...] The cross now hangs easily and lightly in a corner of our living room.

[...] (Pause.) The crucifix always appalled you, but not the bare cross symbol.

Your cross now hangs freely and is not static, you see. [...]

YOU, YOU, YOU, AND YOU.
LIVING AT CROSS PURPOSES

[...] Living at Cross Purposes.”

[...] Such cross purposes, of course, can lead to mental, spiritual, physical and emotional difficulties.

[...] In such cases you have two cross-purposes operating — the desire to express oneself, and the fear of doing so.

[...] She told me that Blue Cross has turned down the major medical claim for Jane, to their surprise. [...]

[...] I got from him the name of the supervisior of claims at Blue Cross, as well as a person, Mary Krebs, head of Utilization Review, which determines what level of care a patient is at, at the hospital.

(Andrew Fife said Blue Cross wouldn’t want the publicity of a suit in a case like ours, but I said they must go through this all the time. [...]

(I said to her that for all I knew, the incomprehensible position of Blue Cross represented more of the slipshod bureaucratic behavior Seth had referred to on December 3. I still remembered my dream about the checks out by the car, and so forth. [...]

(A note: While taking my usual walk on Crestwood Avenue at about 10 PM last night, I saw a herd of eight deer cross the street; they moved into a small patch of woods that I judged to be just below Stamps’ house on Pinnacle; if they continued on that course they might have ended up crossing Pinnacle right by our own house. [...] The first several deer, crossing the street perhaps fifty feet ahead of me, surprised me so that I stopped in my tracks, unbelieving, seeking to understand what I was seeing. [...]

[...] I knew at once that these papers represented three payments of money from the Major Medical division of Blue Cross. [...]

(Indeed, I’ve been worrying a lot lately—at times—about whether we’d even be considered by Blue Cross for the major medical payments—so I’ve also been worrying about what we’d do if this worst scenario came to pass. [...]

[...] A small cross, connected with Dr. Instream’s past. [...]

[...] (Her eyes closed, Jane made a vigorous and large crossing motion with an arm, thus:

[...] (I would like to add that while making the above cross sign, Jane held the envelope with its long dimension also horizontal. [...]

[...] She recalled having one image, and this was associated with the cross sign she had made.

[...] For instance, in John 19 it is said that Christ carried his own cross; in Luke 23, Simon from Cyrene is named as carrying Christ’s cross for him. [...]

[...] The man chosen was drugged — hence the necessity of helping him carry the cross (see Luke 23) — and he was told that he was the Christ.

(As we got ready for lunch I told Jane that this morning I’d awakened stewing again—about Jane, but mostly about the long delays involved in getting the Blue Cross—major medical insurance benefits straightened out. [...] I told Jane that we may never hear from Blue Cross, since they’ve already turned down the claim once because the hospital was late in sending them her medical records. [...]

(Then, the feeling of crossed limbs developed in my hands. Although as I lay on my back with my hands at my sides, and knew my hands were so positioned, I began to have the feeling that they were crossed at the wrist and lying upon my waist. [...] Finally it became so definite that it required a formal act of will on my part to prevent myself from definitely moving my hands to make sure they were not crossed upon my waist.

[...] As soon as I had achieved the desired state, I began to feel as though my legs were crossed at the ankles, although intellectually I knew of course that they were not. [...]

(“and crisscross lines in the shape of a cross.” [...] Seth has used the cross idea before in indicating things ended, etc.

A large round circular shape, perhaps inside of a rectangular one, and crisscross lines in the shape of a cross. [...]

[...] When Andrew called I went to see him, showing him the two latest communications from Blue Cross, with the new claim numbers for Jane’s account; he copied them, and reiterated that the company was stalling: “It helps their cash flow, but it doesn’t do anything for ours.” A lot of money is involved—millions of dollars, upon which Blue Cross can collect extra interest by postponing their payments to clients, he said.

A hilltop with a cross on top

(“We did stop at a church on a hill with a cross on top of the church.”)

(“A cross shape, or something canceled, or wiped out or done. [...] On the back are two crosses in black, one fairly large, plus a prayer and a quotation from St. Alphonsus.

[...] A cross shape, or something canceled, or wiped out or done. [...]

[...] The data can fit either the envelope object itself, or the picture of the dead priest referred to above under “cross shape,” etc. [...]

IMPRESSIONS
(FOR JACK AND MABEL CROSS)
MAY 20, 1969 (BY JANE ROBERTS)

[...] Her talk reminded me, paradoxically, that last night while sitting on the couch she’d been able to cross her legs in a way she hadn’t been able to do for a long time.

[...] Now when anyone is involved particularly in formal experiments dealing with, say, PK, you run into cross activity in that respect. [...]

[...] Many of the words were misspelled, some so much so that I crossed them out and quickly tried again — with the humorous result that the corrections also contained errors. [...]

(For “beforehand” in the paragraph above, I wrote “byeborehoune,” then crossed that out and tried twice more. [...]

[...] Along with the misspellings and the crossing out of words, I now had to worry about simply keeping up with Seth’s rather slow pace. [...]

[...] Otherwise, I’m at cross purposes with myself. [...]

(“A cross shape.” There is a large cross shape toward the bottom left corner of the envelope object:

A cross shape. [...]

[...] The thought had crossed my mind that by deliberately waving the card at her from my second-floor studio window, I could almost make that part of that dream come true.