“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] They are at cross purposes with themselves.

(Later I wondered whether Seth had been trying to get at the idea of string crossing itself around a package. [...] The cross effect can be easily found in the way I habitually wrap packages with strings and in the way I specifically wrapped the package to be mailed to the Bernards, thus:

[...] Earlier I’d told Jane that for the first time I could see the vein crossing over the outside ankle bone of her right foot—another improvement. [...]

[...] I crossed the writer off my mental list of who I might reply to in the future. [...]

[...] It seems that we also got our signals crossed, for I learned today that she’d been ready for a session; but because I didn’t come out of the writing room and ask her if she wanted one, she thought I didn’t want one....

[...] It was a half arc with one crossed line diagonally, almost like an inverted cent sign. [...]

[...] The object consists of small printed type which was folded several times; such an impression of tiny criss-crossings could occur to an entity with the ability to see through the layers of the object, so to speak, or to pick up the impressions resulting from layers. [...] [A later note by Rob: Bill had a small scuplture of criss-crossing wires in a gallery window.]

[...] Jane lay with her hands crossed on her chest. [...]

([Gene]: “O.K. We’re not talking at cross purposes.”)

[...] A cross designation.

[...] A cross designation. [...]

[...] No conflicting information is received, no cross messages.

[...] It appears that he’s right so far, considering what our lawyer told me this morning about talking with the hospital, doctors, and Blue Cross.

[...] I stopped at the bank to buy a check and a money order for Blue Cross and the monthly hospital payment on our old bill. [...]

[...] A girl from Andrew Fife’s office called to tell me that Andrew had called one of the supervisors at Syracuse—Blue Cross—about our major medical claim. [...]

[...] You held his arm once as he crossed a busy street, in, I believe, Cobbleskill, and he never forgot it. [...]

(“There are two roads that run parallel,” [pause at 9:29] “for a little way, then one crosses the other. [...]

[...] Jane began speaking while sitting cross-legged on the bed. [...]

(Jane, still sitting cross-legged on the bed, smiled and learned forward. [...]

[...] You will compare your own life and work often in a critical fashion to artists who were obsessed with one art from the beginning of their lives, or who pursued what is really a kind of straight and undeviating course—a brave courageous one, perhaps, and highly focused, but one that must be in certain respects (underlined) limited in scope and complexity, not crossing any barriers except those that seem to occur strictly within painting’s realm itself (all intently. [...]

(9:30.) The symbolism of the gods, the idea of the gods on Olympus, for example, the crossing-over point at the River Styx — that kind of phenomenon was originated by the Speakers. [...]

[...] My hands then felt as though they were crossed upon my waist, though actually they lay at my sides.)