“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Her manner was quite active and much of the time she leaned forward, elbows on her knees. [...]

[...] Americans have had a fine and often understandable disdain for what was thought of as the European gentleman, or even the literary gentleman, or the man who somehow or other did not have to “rub elbows with the masses.” [...]

[...] Before that, jobs for both of you served to make you rub elbows, so to speak, with others, and to equalize your paths and theirs. [...]

[...] A mole or mark on one of the feet—a possible weak point in the right elbow—given to high exuberance, quick moods—but not forgiving. [...]

[...] She came close to it this evening, leaning back upon an elbow quite often.

[...] For much of the delivery she sat leaning forward in her rocker, her head tipped down somewhat, and with her hands clasped as her elbows rested upon her knees. [...]

(After this, I experienced a somewhat different version of my thrilling sensation, in my arms from the elbows down, including the hands, and in my legs from the knees down, including the feet. [...]

[...] She changed her position, to lean forward with her elbows on her knees, her head down.)

[...] She had gotten out of bed by herself earlier in the week and had taken a bad fall; there was a bandage on her right temple and her left elbow because of this. [...]

[...] Looking down upon this car, I saw a wiry youngish man in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled above his elbows; hurriedly, he was circling the car, going all around it and peering into the windows. [...]

[...] In that light all of the events of time rub elbows together. You brush against the elbow of a future or past event every moment of your lives.

Through such relationships, for example, say, the cavemen and the people of the 22nd century rub elbows, where in strict terms of time the species would seem to be quite disconnected from its “earlier” or “later” counterparts.

I started to smile, though, thinking of it: According to Rob the can of Dutch Cleanser had really jumped when my fist came down on the table the first time, and the cleaning supplies next to my elbow had gone flying. [...]

[...] She then restedher elbow on the arm of her rocker and kept holding the envelope up as she continued.)

[...] She leaned forward in her rocker, elbows on knees, head down. [...]