“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] This was highly interesting for Jane’s data speculated about the inner image with “no hair at the sides, or perhaps bald.” [...]

[...] However, the hair portion of the data applies to Don’s friend Pete; whom, presumably, “Jane could offer nothing about.”

[...] I wore shorts and a sweatshirt and had white hair. [...]

[...] Although I feel very scary about doing something like yelling or pulling my hair or something like that—I don’t know—losing control, and yet when I look around our room I never fail to take note of the room and the red couch cover, and how beautiful it is.” [...]

[...] She told me of a dream she’d had last night, vivid, involving her walking, putting on new clothes while in the middle of a street, of leaving the hospital and going across a street into a Five and Ten, of putting pretty decorations in her hair. [...]

[...] Georgia was taking care of her today; she washed Jane’s hair this morning. [...]

(To Sheila.) And I would like to ask this little one with the red hair—I will not look at her because I frighten her—in the corner to relax; and tell her it will be all right. [...]

[...] They seem to have white hair or blonde hair. None of them is a dark-haired person. [...]

A man with balding, very dark hair and dark brows who did have or has a mustache, belongs to Pat Norelli’s family. [...]

[...] His wife may be allergic to dogs or hair. I think of a dog with wet hair, a shaggy one. [...]

[...] (Pause, head down, hair disheveled.) Now as the clouds’ construction constantly changes—tonight you watched them (and sketched them after supper) so the forms of objects constantly change. (Pause, head down, hair disheveled. [...]

[...] A woman approximately 35, with brown hair.

[...] Jane looked scrubbed and clean when I got to 330; her hair was braided, her bed changed, the room shone. [...]

[...] Rob fixed my hair. [...]

[...] Now this could be an impression arising from his name or from the color of his hair. [...]

[...] Smith has brown hair, is overenthusiastic, according to Gene he could very well cause trouble, and if so the trouble would be legal. [...]

The hair at one time a rather odd gray—a strange darkish gray. [...]

[...] A man, sometimes mustached, brown hair and mustache, in the prime of life. [...]

You must remember that you dwell always in a natural framework — which means that your thoughts themselves are as natural, say, as the locks of your hair. [...]

(“This afternoon I interpreted some of Rob’s latest dreams, one in particular involving me, beating a black-haired dog on the head. [...]

(“Later when I took a brief nap I mentally imagined myself beating the black-haired dog—and my mental right arm really went bang, bang, bang, banging wooden blocks on the dog’s head really fast, and for a minute I couldn’t stop it. [...]

[...] The man had my build, my shape of head, and much whiter hair. [...]

(The man resembled Rob to an amazing degree, except that he was an older version; profile darn near identical, hair white, same brows and same expression as Rob has when deeply upset. [...]

[...] Georgia had braided Jane’s hair this morning on both sides, since my wife didn’t go to hydro.

[...] He was a compact, dark-skinned and dark-haired person with soft brown large eyes that were kept half closed when he was being a psychologist, and turned larger, commanding and yet inviting when he was being a magician. [...]