“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Ruburt’s brief dream experience, in which he crossed the street and began eating lustily a piece of steak, unconsciously activated all the portions of the body that would be necessary for such activity, though on a miniature scale. [...]

[...] It can be placid, peace-giving and very agreeable when it does not feel crossed. [...]

[...] Their rather bizarre nature, however, throws a giant spotlight upon intents, purposes, and cross-purposes, that too often appear in the lives of quite normal men and women.

(As in the 183rd session, Jane began to speak after break while sitting upright and cross-legged on the bed. [...]

[...] One: She transferred stuff about excommunication into the loss of companionship — that nobody would want anything to do with you if you crossed them up. [...]

[...] Whenever he fights what you want, or believe necessary, there is a very strong reason, and you had both better inquire into it, for he does not cross you lightly. [...]

(In a drowsy state, I lay on my left side with my arms loosely crossed over my chest. [...]

[...] Resembling a short squat cross in shape, but more filled in, in the center, and this portion scalloped in some manner, and inscribed. [...]

[...] You do not have to think before you cross the floor—where there Ruburt is aware of the slightest detail—the arrangement of his body or the furniture, the lay of the floor.

(Jane’s voice was again becoming loud and powerful.) Ruburt has his wires crossed. [...]

[...] A crossing, as of swords. [...]

[...] A crossing, as of swords.” [...]

This is the same person who on the other hand used to put up barriers of bookcases at one end of the living room to protect himself from any neighbors or miscellaneous callers; who objected when Mr. Gottlieb dared to cross into his private working area and glance at a paper. [...]

[...] That becomes a cross-examination.

(Third: At 6:10, as I began feeding Jane, the thought of Steve and Tracy Blumenthal crossed my mind quite definitely, without being terribly intrusive. [...]

(“But keep your fingers crossed,” I told Jane, “until we get next month’s bill.” [...]

[...] Conceivably at times during a social evening several glasses of wine, under certain conditions bringing him quite naturally to the same sort of state that he goes through and passes beyond in these sessions, could lead him to misinterpret his data, or get his signals crossed.

[...] Stood on corner to cross street. [...]

[...] [I suggested she have this session, although the thought crossed her mind also.]

[...] Now he walked, not simply for pleasure, but to gain the information he wanted, to cross distances that before his consciousness had freely traveled. [...]

(With the hand holding the envelope, Jane reached out to make a large vigorous crossing-out gesture, or X-shape, with her full arm. [...]

(Jane resumed with her head resting on her crossed arms as they lay upon the table. [...]

[...] Now even in her position, she made efforts to get across to you, and bridges that could cross her own fear to you, but you were not able to meet her because you feared the chasm of despair within yourself.