“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Through the early afternoon of a very hot day — over 90 degrees — a storm had been trying to manifest. Gradually the sun disappeared behind heavier and heavier clouds, yet the rain seemed most reluctant to show itself. I hoped we’d get a heavy rain for the backyard at the house. A strong breeze kept whipping up the airy branches of the mountain ash outside the windows of 330, and the room began to cool down a bit.

(Then there came a stronger wind, and thunder in the distance, and the start of a meager rain. Traffic sounded louder. Doors slammed in the hospital corridor, and at the bathroom entrance to 330. Through it all Jane kept speaking in trance — and I gave up on expecting a real rain.)

(3:42. There was a thunderclap not far away. Getting up to stretch, I saw that I’d been mistaken earlier: it hadn’t actually started to rain yet. But it did now, fairly good. We decided to turn Jane on her side early, so I could feed her before leaving for the dentist’s at 5:45. I’d saved a plate of food from lunch for this, in case the supper tray didn’t show up in time. It did come early, though, just as though we’d asked for it, so Jane had eaten most of her supper before I left.)