“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(This attitude also fit in with that which Joe had expressed to me during last fall’s World Series in baseball: Looking at the ballplayers with their long hair, mustaches and beards, Joe had asked me where the youth of America was. [...]

[...] They also had their humorous side, since today she barely looked at her image, then afterward told me that her hair was white. [...]

(His head was bare and his hair blowing in a wind. [...]

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

[...] Deep voice, straight hair, white shirt sleeves. [...]

[...] I gave her the hair barrettes, combs and other accoutrements, which I was pleased to see she liked, and she gave me a vest which Debbie had picked up for her, and an umbrella which Margaret Bumbalo had picked up for her. [...]

[...] She shook her head emphatically so that her short curly black hair bobbed up and down.

[...] I saw short, almost wispy white hair, but I wasn’t bald. Through the hair I could see the pulsing bluish veins in the skin as it lay over the bone — and in some fashion this sight alone was most evocative of the very young and the very old. [...]

[...] 6/27, 2:30 AM: Due to a very busy day I missed the regular experiment, but as I was falling asleep for the night I saw quite clearly the white-haired, shaggy head of an old woman. [...] Her hair was thick and tangled; she had striking overhanging brows and very dark, deep-set eyes. [...]

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

[...] The man was 54 years old actually, and his “prickly hair” turned out to be a brush cut. [...]

And a very distant connection with a child’s hair ribbon. [...]

(We probably will never check on the data referring to a child’s hair ribbon, the child’s age, etc.

[...] The long-haired man facing the viewer’s left.

(Also saw a boy’s head with dark curly hair on an unrolled scroll of some kind. [...]

[...] “I had the feeling of my hair being long and parted in the middle, as though I’ve got some kind of humanoid features; you know, with the hair hanging down on each side of my face, which is something like an animal’s — but with very intelligent eyes, very warm and soft.”⁸ Jane finally opened her eyes. [...]

[...] This one was fully grown and bore a heavy coat of mixed black, brown, and gray hair; the colors exactly matched those of the tree trunk. [...]

(She’d even thought I disapproved of her way of dress at times, whereas, if memory serves me correctly, I’d almost always liked the way she dressed, fixed her hair, and so on. [...]

An incapable gentleman with a crew cut, brownish hair, precisely in the middle of his organization. [...]

[...] The one in my vision was a thin man in shirt sleeves, perhaps in his late thirties, with thick straight brown hair combed straight back, a thin very friendly face with a generous mouth. [...] I thought the other voice belonged to an older man with glasses and white hair, though I did not see this person. [...]

For him, connection with a tall white-haired woman, with a slight mustache. [...]

[...] The difference in hair coloring represented the fact that these are, so far, idealizations—yet he did identify with them. [...]

[...] A man with short gray hair, somewhat portly, but with a boyish-type face. [...]

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