“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She was smiling, her legs were crossed, she wore a brown sweater and skirt, she had dark long hair.

Let’s cut loose, you and I
Before we grow old and scared,
Too timid to breathe, too fearful to blink,
Too cautious to cross a quiet street.

Though this criss-crossed fleshmesh
Tastes like peach and feels like peach fuzz,
All utterly mergings of gold and green and red,
Sunnily rendered, dizzy and delicious,
Still, touching it with eyes is like peering
Through a fence
With wires cunningly connected,
A million to an inch.

[...] I gave him the names and phone number of Kathy Hagen, the Blue Cross supervisor who had seemingly turned down our major medical claim, and read to him the statement as to why that Andrew Fife had given me yesterday afternoon. [...]

[...] He’s already talked to Andrew Fife and Mary Krebs, and visited the head of the local Blue Cross office, on the floor beneath his own office. [...]

[...] Our interpretation: Note that Leonard Yaudes addressed the object to Jane and me, after crossing out the name John. [...]

[...] Note that the name John, although crossed out, appears on the object. [...]

[...] The other male on the address line of the object, John, crossed out by Leonard, is a close friend of Leonard’s but not a relative. [...]

[...] These persons, however, again, are living at cross purposes. [...]

(On the way to 330 this noon I stopped to give the hospital the check for $18,000-plus that I’d received the day before yesterday from Blue Cross. [...]

Please note that in a few instances, page numbers are mentioned in the text for the purpose of cross-referencing material. [...]

[...] January 6, Wednesday, 11:30 AM: Achieved a light trance first, then felt as though my hands were crossed, but knew they weren’t. Extreme sensation of lightness and rising, as if from some pressure beneath me. [...]

(January 8, Friday, 11:30 AM: Feeling of hands crossed again. [...]

[...] In 330 later, I left Jane to visit Medical Records again, but got nowhere because I missed seeing Janet Troutt, who’s getting Jane’s records for both ourselves and Blue Cross. [...]

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

[...] For a few moments she let her hands lay at her sides, but since there is tension in the upper arm muscles, her arms cannot lay fully relaxed upon the bed when she is flat on her back; after a few minutes she again crossed her hands, and told me later that this was more comfortable. [...]

(I meant to note with yesterday’s session that on Friday I received from Blue Cross four notices of claim denial—for April—July, August and September. [...]

[...] After lunch I explained the situation about the hospital being 30 days late sending her medical records to Blue Cross in Syracuse, their denial of the major medical claim, the $10,000 I’d given the hospital on her current bill, and the payments I’d arranged on the old bill we still owed from last year—all of this just so she’d know what was going on. [...]

(At 11:00 this morning our lawyer called to tell me that Blue Cross has agreed to pay our insurance claim. [...]

[...] I explained the two letters I’d found in the mail last night from Blue Cross. [...]

[...] You do not calculate how many steps it takes you to cross a room, for instance. [...]

[...] If you had to stand there and write down all the thoughts and associations connected with each course of action before you made your decision, you might never cross the intersection to begin with. [...]

[...] Although I knew they did not move, they felt as though they crossed and uncrossed at the wrists, quite often, pulling together, then repelling each other. The same thing occurred to a milder degree in my feet, the ankles feeling as though they crossed and uncrossed.

[...] No news about Blue Cross — but he had said that we had no worries about gift taxes should anyone contribute to the fund Maude Cardwell is presumably organizing for us. [...]

[...] [In them, incidentally, I mentioned the destruction of Elmira’s Walnut Street Bridge; the old steel span had crossed the Chemung River half a block from our apartment house. [...]

[...] The first thought that crossed my mind was that I didn’t have a suit to wear — just my corduroys. [...]

[...] For instance: You may at [the age of] three have believed it was dangerous to cross a street. [...] If your mother reinforced this belief telepathically and verbally through dire pictures of the potential danger involved in street crossing, however, then you would also carry within you that emotional fear, and perhaps entertain imaginative considerations of possible accident.