“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

A connection now, separate from the merge, with a shoe, a man’s shoe (pause), or a slipper. This is our object. The color of it is brown, but very dark, so that it appears almost to be black. (Pause.) It is his own (pause), and he concentrates upon it.

I do not know if it is a slipper or a shoe, because while it has laces it appears somehow different from a shoe.

The object is the left shoe or slipper, purchased in a shop on a side street, directly off from a main street. The street beginning with a C or G, and with the numbers 1 2 appearing somewhere in the address of the shop. (Pause.)

The shoes were purchased on a rainy day. I think of April but am not sure. He drove, or rather was driven, and did not walk there, and he had an appointment immediately after.

Ruburt believed he could wear only one pair of shoes. [...] He purposely chose shoes that did not fit, in line with his past belief that he should not be physically active. [...]

[...] Now undue concentration upon shoes is not a help. He should however either go barefooted or change shoes for some short period during each day. [...]

[...] The shoes are one of the rituals. [...]

Ruburt thought of wearing shoes, and when you came home he wore them until nap time. I suggest that he make this more of a habit, for the shoes have a suggestive value, as he well knows. Actually, for now, wearing shoes a good portion of the day is sufficient. For him the change of walking barefooted to wearing shoes and back again, allows the body beneficial alteration of posture.

[...] Sarah’s father did something for the cobbler, so he made shoes for the young brother and she was in the shop to get the shoes.

[...] She was in a cobbler’s shop—that’s where they make shoes.

[...] They were leather shoes. [...]

[...] It was a craft, something he bartered for shoes. [...]

Wore shoes some.

[...] Wore shoes around. [...]

[...] My shoes seemed to be low-heeled, at least in memory of the dream. [...]

[...] His trousers are somehow strange, and he wears white shoes or not shoes, but his feet appear lighter, you see. [...]

[...] His trousers are somehow strange, and he wears white shoes or not shoes, but his feet appear lighter, you see. [...]

[...] (Sitting up as she spoke, Jane began to take off her sweater and shoes.) The painting exists and in one reality you have already completed it. [...]

(Jane said the room was much too stuffy at the start of the session, and that she couldn’t have continued without taking her sweater and shoes off.)

A man who makes shoes may see his customers, but he will not know what roads his customers walk in his shoes—and you cannot know the mental and psychic changes for the better that the books are making in parents and their children. [...]

[...] Bill had lost a shoe during his act, and had stopped performing out of frustration, his rhythm interrupted. [...]

[...] A PAIR OF SHOES OR SHOE SHAPES

[...] I pick up a connection with a pair of shoes, though I do not know to what this refers, and a fence or border; an enclosure of that kind. [...]

[...] When you finally left to prepare breakfast for yourself, he immediately got up, and barefooted, carrying his shoes and other paraphernalia with him—something you usually do not see him do.

He was not walking properly by a long shot, but he wanted to get up, and he walked as well barefooted as with shoes. [...]

[...] Your father planked the hot shoe upon the foot and you screamed, thinking of the horse’s pain. [...]

[...] It would not have been so serious except that in the stable as a child, you could not understand how or why your father would so inflict pain upon the horse, slamming the hot shoe upon the wounded foot. [...]

[...] The nail I stepped on penetrated rather deeply through the sole of my shoe, but was not very painful; but since it was rusty we thought it best to get a tetanus shot. [...]

Snow shoes?

[...] I figured that “snow ball machine” and “snow shoes” were my interpretations to describe any snow equipment. [...]

[...] Sarah’s father did something for the cobbler, and, in return, he made shoes for the younger brother, and Sarah was in the shop to get them.”

[...] “Something Sarah’s father bartered for the shoes… something to do with fishing nets. [...]

[...] But I saw the soles of the man’s feet, wrinkled and brown and, yes, without shoes, lifting after each stride. [...]

[...] When you began to “clear” your foot—when you got the new shoes—your hearing gave you more difficulty. [...] You were finally driven to some kind of desperation, so you accepted the new shoes. [...] You could have been quite as comfortable without the new shoe, but the symbol was a good one, and you used it and took advantage of it.

[...] When you hold the attitude I have mentioned, however, you begin to insist upon immediate creative results in the way that the shoemaker does, again—and again, we are not making shoes.

[...] I felt self-conscious about my blue jeans and shoes. [...]