“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Question: “Are they male or female, for instance?” “Impression of light-colored hair on two, and a similarity. [...] None of us—Jane, Leonard, John or myself—are blond or light-haired.

Impression of light-colored hair on two, and a similarity. [...]

[...] To her it had a definite resemblance to the white thick fur of our long-haired cat, Willy. [...]

[...] Leonard’s girl, who went to Maine with him, is also dark-haired. [...]

A gray-haired man telling a story. [...]

[...] Fleas, for example, actually help increase circulation, and constantly comb animal’s hair. [...]

[...] He’s losing his hair, I believe.

[...] Dark skinned but blonde hair. [...]

[...] In any case he will be replaced by a man with white or whitish blonde hair—light hair, initially from the Midwest, and he may have an accent. [...]

[...] Do not automatically comb his hair for him in the back, in the mornings. [...]

A stranger stood there, a man with thinning hair, deeply set dark eyes, a pudgy face, perhaps in his late 40’s—I’m not sure. His hair was black and straight. [...]

[...] Whoever I talked to had evidently been questioned by someone also looking for us—if not Fred himself —but his description of the person, as being older and with white hair, didn’t match Fred’s appearance at all, so I didn’t press the point. [...]

[...] Will she grow her hair back in? [...] Do you want to know that each hair in the cat’s body will return again? [...]

([Janice:] “Will she grow her hair back in?”)

And so I do, indeed, leave you with the question of the cat’s hair as a symbol of those aspects of physical reality that are unpredictable and also to make you consider the question that I just gave you. [...]

[...] She has light brown hair, rather dark circles under her eyes and is somewhat younger than I. I say that you can’t just decide consciously to give up writing poetry, you’d write it anyhow, though you could subconsciously make such a decision and never know about it at all. [...]

[...] At the time curly brown hair. [...]

(Now Jane, still perched on the arm of the couch with her long black hair falling over her face, impatiently brushed her hair back.)

[...] She had short straight light brown hair, and smiled down at me over her right shoulder. [...]

[...] At the time curly brown hair. [...]

[...] I was a young man and my hair was longer than yours, but I wore lace about mine. At other times my style was rather different but when my hair was worn somewhat in the style of yours, then I wore more sporty attire to go along with it. [...]

[...] Diana, an RN, came in to see Jane’s hair, which she’d thought had been cut. Jane had forgotten to tell me, but someone from downstairs had wanted to cut Jane’s hair this morning, but then couldn’t because of a clash of schedules with Jane going to hydro. [...]

[...] Brown hair. [...]

[...] John said the girl’s first name is Terry, which is an Irish name, but that she is Italian, with black—not brown—hair. [...]

[...] His idea to have long hair (smile) at this particular point is beneficial, for it means to him the luxury of both sexuality and sense, sensual extravagance. [...]

The flowing hair suggests motion to him also. [...]

(Just before supper I told Jane about my dream of last night, involving Bill Gallagher: He’d been a white-haired stage performer, and I looked down on him from a box seat in the loge of an intimate, dramatically-lit theater. [...]

[...] She was smiling, her legs were crossed, she wore a brown sweater and skirt, she had dark long hair.

The wind on the arm blows the hair,
And at the base, a golden mole,
Such a speck as a peach might have,
But the hair arches back to show a gaping hole,
And each ounce of flesh is a fence,
Erected roundly and snug
About hidden landscapes, suns, and shadows,
Inroads laced with prickly shrubs.
Peer through. [...]

With more hair, though he is older. [...] His hair is a shade of brown, though not a definite well-defined color.

[...] Bigger than the man I described, with more hair, though he is older. [...]

([John:] “With more hair?”)

[...] Dudley has brown nondescript hair, is older than Driscoll but not bigger, and plays tennis and handball. [...]