“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Of my three class counterparts other than Jane, then, it developed that Norma Pryor and Jack Pierce soon embarked upon their own paths, which hardly ever cross mine even though we don’t live that far apart. [...]

The symbol was a half arc with one crossed line diagonally, almost like an inverted cent sign—c - e - n - t. It was not large. [...]

[...] She was still rocking back and forth, her eyes closed, her hands crossed at her waist.)

[...] You might be reading a newspaper headline, for example, as you cross a busy street. [...]

[...] When you cross a room, you are forced to admit that you have caused yourself to do so, though consciously you have no idea of willing the muscles to move, or of stimulating one tendon or another. [...]

[...] I was awed too, since the old steel bridge crossed the Chemung River less than half a block from us. [...]

A scramble of communications is connected with this, and perhaps of letters crossed in the mail.

[...] Much of the time she cradled her cheek on her crossed arms, supported by the table. [...]

You force stability upon them, but you cannot predict their action (puzzled again), when you cross them (pause), in the nature of a pi. [...]

(On Friday evening, September 5, we had as visitors Dick and Carol Crossed; Edward Gassner, 3664 Culver Road [14622], and Bernard Houlihan, 25 Ewer Avenue [14622]—all of Rochester, New York. [...]

[...] She started out speaking for Seth very quietly, but her delivery soon became much more intent—then often louder and impassioned: Jane used many more gestures than usual, staring wide-eyed at me, leaning forward again and again in her rocker, crossing and uncrossing her legs. [...]

There are many times that our paths have crossed, and that is why I wanted you here, and why you happened onto the art gallery where Ruburt is employed. [...]

[...] There is a cross-blending of “effects.” [...]

[...] I wasn’t sure myself as to who or what Seth was, and the thought crossed my mind more than once that the doctor’s attitude was simply a device to gain my confidence—the psychologist’s pretense that he believed in the existence of his patient’s delusion as unquestioningly as the patient did.

Looking back now, the next morning, I think the possibility crossed my mind that some psychic effects were being felt, but, actually, I was so startled that I didn’t think much of anything.

This fifth sense, then, would enable you some freedom to cross this living tissue boundary into other living territory. [...]

[...] There is even a kind of “cross-breeding,” for you affect any system of reality with which you have experience. [...]

[...] In another scale of time, how many ages might it seem to take for your shadow to cross from one side of the room to another? [...]

(Jane meant, of course, a CT or computerized tomography scanner, a modern X-ray machine that shows the interior of the body in a series of brilliant cross-sectional images.)

(Also, quite definite and with some duration, I had the feeling that my hands were once again crossed upon my waist, when in actuality they lay at my sides as usual. [...]