“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Jane had just had her dressings changed when I got there. [...]

(Jane now gestured to her throat and collar.) A connection with an iron, and the collars of her dresses being ironed. [...]

“On a Christmas morning you pricked my neck with a pin, trying to fix my dress.”

If you would feel better about it, we can shut off all the lights and I will have Ruburt dress in a white robe. [...]

I can imagine a lovely scene where bodiless individuals, spiritual psychologists and I, sit in a dark room all dressed in gowns at another level of reality, and they ask me what is wrong with me and I say—I am obsessed. [...]

[...] You are well-dressed and well-fed. [...]

[...] After the session Bill Gallagher told us his mother had been a bookkeeper, was buried wearing a blue dress—blue was her favorite color—and that she was indeed very fond of flowers.)

[...] Wind, and blue, perhaps a dress.

[...] He also mentioned “two people...perhaps a dress.” [...]

There are styles of thinking, just as there are various styles of dress.

[...] The ritual of the dressings and so forth, and the general concentration upon those portions of his body have, in the past, helped prolong the condition. [...]

[...] Jane had a little trouble with the turkey, which wasn’t the tenderest in the world, and ate a lot of dressing and gravy instead. [...]

[...] Instead I watched a man from above and behind; dressed in suit, hat, carrying a bag or briefcase. [...]

A dress or coat of many buttons. [...]

[...] I brought home some of the leftover turkey and dressing. [...]

[...] [Check the spelling of that name.] It’s okay now to use Silvadene on the dressings for the knee. [...]

[...] I peeled excess tape off some of her dressings. [...]

(Jane dressed for class, and the symptoms didn’t worsen. [...]

[...] When Judy, the RN, brought the lunch tray this noon, and replaced a couple of dressings, we asked her to contact Mary and find out exactly what Mary and Dr. G had talked about, re Jane’s treatment. [...]

[...] There is something about a… I seem to sense Billie at this time wearing dark-colored dress, not black, that Jerry might remember, of violet or purple color. [...]

(Jane used many descriptive gestures while speaking.) She wore a pin on that dress. [...]

[...] Some time later, it seems, I became aware that I was watching a youngish woman in a polka-dot dress, white dots on black or a dark color, climb up three or four back-porch steps and enter a house, with a screen door closing behind her. [...] [I do not know how I felt so sure this was mother and daughter.] The little girl, with brown long hair and some kind of short nondescript dress, stood with her back to me. [...]

(Tuesday, 6/23, 11:30 AM: Jane saw a brief flash of a woman in a print dress standing beside some chintz curtains. [...]

[...] There wasn’t any dressing on her left toes. [...]

(Jane told me that she’d had her catheter changed at 11:30 this morning, and had just finished having her dressings done before I arrived. [...]

[...] She’d just had her dressings changed before I got there. [...]

[...] She is dressed normally except that her dress is of a strange metallic material. [...]

[...] They are dressed in dark robes. [...]

[...] Then Del returned; he wore clean, modern, tailored hiking clothes, a wool jacket and a fedora with a feather in it — much sharper than he dresses in real life. [...]