“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I did not think it would be dignified of me to grab her by the dress collar and to bring her back. [...]

[...] I’ll do the dressing-changes required for Jane’s decubiti the other days. [...]

[...] There was, later, a dress shop nearby, and from the third story window front you could see the water.

[...] Saw a little girl in a short dress kicking up the dust in a gutter beside a curb; making the dust fly quite diligently. [...]

[...] He has not purchased shifts because of the old picture of his mother in the sun, wearing a dress you see. [...]

[...] Some aisles were difficult to get through, there was waiting necessary to get into dressing rooms, etc.

[...] Jane noticed its color—this was not the dress blues uniform—and questioned me as to the soldier’s branch of service, etc. [...]

[...] The room was dark but I saw that her dress was blue. [...] Her face was not clear at all but her dress was clearly visible—at least the color. [...]

[...] In the dream, Jane saw Miss C in a hospital; Miss C was very thin, and dressed in black. [...]

(Jane mentioned her dream to Miss Callahan, but she did not tell Miss C she had seen her crying, or dressed in black. [...]

[...] A white sequined dress. [...]

[...] My thought is that Marjorie wore a print dress with a blue background today, but of course I cannot be sure.

[...] Like Jane, she works out with yoga each day, but rushes the exercises in the morning while dressing for work. [...]

[...] In order to do this she had to fully dress before walking down the long hall outside our apartment. [...]

[...] But she had no memory of getting up a second time, dressing, etc., to put cat number two out again.)

(Pause.) Whether or not this is a cafeteria I do not know, but he and others seem to be drinking coffee. (Pause.) He is dressed in a business-type suit this evening, with shirt and tie, standing up and talking to two other people.

[...] They were superlative-looking young men, dressed in the latest of fashions, and even in the hospital it was apparent that they were properly clothed in the finest of social mores as well. [...]

[...] Other people passed, all dressed in delightful long flowing trousers and gowns of indescribable colors. [...]

[...] I had to go downtown to meet Rob for grocery shopping, so I dressed quickly. [...]

[...] It was evident that the cat had scratched her through her dress. [...]

[...] The black buttons on Blanche’s death—the dress she wore. [...]

[...] A miscellany of objects arranged in pyramid form, and people dressed as constables who are not constables. [...]

The emotions will not feel like stepchildren, with only the best-dressed being admitted. [...]

[...] I began to dress, still aware of the inside-God feeling. [...]

The soul is not only dressed in chemical clothes, but wears the apparel woven from all of the elements of the earth. [...]

[...] The people in the artist’s painting are not simple representations either — to stare back at him with forever-fixed glassy eyes, or ostentatious smiles (again humorously), dressed in their best Sunday clothes. [...]