“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] As easily and miraculously as a flower grows, or as a hair grows out of your skull, or as a thought rises from your brain, that energy resides within you. [...]

[...] Her head began to drop lower between Bill and I. At the same time, the shape of the skull changed, the hair grew shorter and fit around it much more closely. [...]

[...] (Jane was restless during this delivery, rubbing her face and hair.) They will be forced to postulate the existence of an unknown force, always existing despite newer current theories. [...]

[...] I have curly light-colored hair. [...]

(Jane’s blond hair — which was to turn quite black — is neatly parted and combed, and she wears a barrette in it. [...]

[...] Once a middle-aged man with graying hair said to a young woman: “You’re my oldest daughter. [...]

(That morning they’d also given Jane a shower—her first in months, by the way—and washed her hair. [...]

[...] I may have to put up with Ruburt’s long hair nowadays, and flouncy skirts, but we all have our troubles. [...]

[...] He had brown hair combed straight back, almost a double chin, a sharp nose and high forehead, and in his right hand he held a microphone; he was talking into it, giving a lecture on something to do with weights. [...]

[...] Since then, the condition got worse until for the last month or so I haven’t been able to get my right hand in my jean pockets, or comb my hair, or anything without severe pain in my right shoulder blade and right hand to the fingers.

[...] At one point I remember coming down a stairway, while a handsome dark-haired young man took my arm and swung me around in an arc. [...]

[...] Pieces of paper Rob picked up in the streets, leaves, beer coasters, chunks of hair, photographs, sketches, bills—all were used at one time or another. [...]

[...] A student with brown hair. [...]

[...] Either an ornament or a watch, on a man’s arm with dark hair on the arm. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) In human beings the genetic structure largely determines physical characteristics such as height, color of eyes, color of hair, color of skin—and, of course, more importantly, the number of fingers and toes, and the other specific physical attributes of your specieshood. [...]

If he could not reach out to comb his hair correctly then he was no good, a cripple for life, and useless. [...]

[...] As she spoke to us, her jaw became more square in outline against her long black hair; her nose enlarged, her mouth acquired heavier and wider lips as they moved with her speech, and her neck thickened. [...]

[...] There is a man, perhaps fifty years old, with whom he will become acquainted, or with whom he may become acquainted, with prickly hair.

(As Seth, Jane pushed her hair back over each ear. [...]

(It will be recalled that in the 68th session, page 221, in relation to Bill’s projected trip, Seth had stated that he saw Bill meeting an older man “with prickly hair,” and that he saw a rowboat with a symbol on it. [...]

(Jane had been speaking vigorously, rubbing her face and hair often in trance, opening and closing her eyes. [...]

[...] The young and the old, the conventional and the unconventional, had small skirmishes, where some of the city fathers objected to the long-haired youths in a city park — quite trivial incidents, and yet indicative of splits of values and misunderstandings between the generations.

[...] During it I heard several vague voices, saw several vague scenes, including a white-haired man. [...]