“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(In color as usual: An odd dream that I want to note, even though I can’t recall much of it. I dreamed that I was a woman of indeterminate age, perhaps around 50, and that in some way I was trying to improve, or wanted others to improve with me. Something also about improving one’s station in life. My father was in the dream with me as I knew him in “real” life, and oddly enough he was about the same age as I was in the dream. Sayre was the location, I knew. Anyhow, he used a phrase that I remembered when I woke up: “I live in a brown-paper-bag part of town,” meaning a lower middle-class neighborhood; he implied that that was his station in life, and that he had no idea of trying to change it, or felt that he couldn’t. In the dream I wore a brown faded coat and perhaps a small matching hat. I had straight brownish hair and was rather slim. My shoes seemed to be low-heeled, at least in memory of the dream. I can’t describe my father’s clothes.

[...] One held several pair of lovely pastel stockings, the kind you would ordinarily wear with high heels, slim and well-proportioned; they were wrapped together not in a box, with baubles of some kind. [...]

[...] Her wide gray eyes were anxious, her slim almost boyish body had an impatient agility. [...]

[...] You spent 41 years there, a slim man. [...]

[...] It is slim. [...]

[...] A rectangular package, covered with white tissue paper, and divided in fours by a slim blue ribbon.

(“A rectangular package, covered with white tissue paper, and divided in fours by a slim blue ribbon.” [...]

[...] But except for some conditions which will be mentioned later, you can become healthy if you are ill, slim if you are overweight, gain weight if you prefer, or alter your physical image in profound fashion through the use of your ideas and beliefs.

[...] In other words, Ruburt felt that there was a slim chance of opening doors of knowledge that had been closed, and he decided to take that chance.

[...] You spent 41 years there, a slim man. [...]

[...] Ruburt is a slim, dark-haired, quick woman now, who sits in a rocker and speaks these words for me.

[...] The woman’s build is stocky rather than slim. [...]

[...] He was handsome and tall and slim. [...]

[...] Or that health means physical weight and it is dangerous to be slim.

[...] Nondescript hair, not slim nor overly porky, with fat fingers, fat wrists with perhaps hair there—a whitish hand, or rather whitish hands. [...]

[...] He was not very tall, but short, slim and well proportioned, with dark hair. [...]

[...] She was fiercely independent, tall and slim, with neatly coiffeured hair and tailored clothes. [...]

[...] She had long black shining hair, was quite slim and shapely, and wore a sleeveless, yellow, silk-like blouse that seemed to flutter and glimmer with iridescent highlights, as though in a breeze. [...]

[...] A slim one of silver color. [...]

(Jane has long slim fingers with spaces easily observable between them close to the palms. [...]

[...] Your mathematics still deals, comparatively speaking, with a very slim area. [...]