“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I could see that his pointed shoes looked rather worn. [...]

(Then my feet [in shoes as I lay on the bed] lying about six inches apart, felt as though they were connected to each other by a bridge or rope of flesh. [...]

Now you may think that Joan Grant has formed a far more splendid reality than you have, and yet none of you would live in her shoes for an hour. [...]

[...] In general, God loved little boys and girls with starched shirts, acceptable addresses, polished shoes, and fathers who made good money—it also helped if their mothers baked cookies for the PTA.

[...] I believe that he is now standing on the small terrace of his apartment, and is wearing slippers or a slipperlike shoe.

[...] floor hanging out..?” She kicked off her shoes and sat with her legs doubled under. [...]

[...] HIS SHOES HAD BEEN STOLEN AS HE SLEPT. [...]

[...] He could not have faked pretending to need the jobs, or it would not have worked, so neither of you could pretend to have physical difficulties so that you could, for example, put yourselves in other peoples’ shoes. [...]

[...] In addition Mother Goose wears blue shoes. [...]

[...] And they are larger, perhaps shoe boxes or that type.

[...] Jane kicked her shoes off.)

[...] And yes, he did allow his old shoes to adopt a certain symbolism, and I should have mentioned this.

[...] Shoes bothered me though; they seemed heavy, holding me down. [...]

[...] She wore short white socks and shiny black patent-leather shoes with a single strap across the instep. [...]

[...] Now she kicked off her shoes. [...]

[...] These were filled with boxes of various sizes, and jars of things like lotions and shoe polish. [...]

[...] “There was an episode with toenails and shoes too small,” I said. [...]

[...] I wear a one-piece suit, long white stockings, and black shoes. [...]

[...] The only sounds might be the wind in the treetops and the chug-chug of my shoes on the asphalt. [...]