“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] It had rained some last night and this morning. [...]

[...] A fine rain fell. [...]

(The weather had warmed up to the point where we had rain instead of snow—about 30 degrees—but this threatened to create another problem—icy roads. [...]

[...] The rain had stopped by the time I left at 7:15; the drive home was uneventful, although I took it easy. [...]

[...] It was raining harder now. [...]

[...] The warm rain continued. [...]

[...] The soft pleasant rain continued.)

While you were
sleeping,
all the cupboards
of the earth
were filled.
Mother Earth
sought out each
need.

While you were
weeping,
your tears fell
as sweet rain
drops on small
parched hills
that rise in worlds
you cannot see,
though you are known
there.

While you were
sleeping,
Mother Earth
filled all the
cupboards of your
flesh
to overflowing.
Not one atom went
uncomforted
in worlds that
are yours,
but beyond your
knowing.

[...] Then early this morning as I was painting in my studio, that same cadence came sounding down through a fine rain.

[...] It was still raining lightly. [...]

[...] Faintly, above the sound of the rain, I heard geese once more.)

(It had been raining all day. [...]

[...] It is better if he does not go to the chiropractor when it is raining.

[...] During this delivery a very heavy rain began to fall; it was noisy, but her voice surmounted the additional noise without trouble. She was vaguely aware of the rain, she said, and of the content of the material.

[...] The rain had stopped, and the humidity was high and uncomfortable. [...]

[...] Think of them, again, now, as being as natural as rain that falls out of the sky when the clouds are full. The rain refreshes the ground and tears can refresh the soul when depressions are freed to follow their natural course. [...] When you hold a grudge, you are like some angry, little black cloud that says: I will hold onto this moisture, and I will never let it go!” But clouds have better sense, and so easily they empty their contents and the rain refreshes the land. [...]

[...] Listen to the rain. Do not “just listen,” but allow yourself to be open to the different pattering sounds and sound patterns that the rain makes. [...]

[...] I do not have rain, or snow, although I can experience rain or snow if I desire.

[...] I can simply manipulate molecular patterns and create rain or snow. I cannot blanket my plane with rain or snow.

I can experience rain or snow on my own plane if I so desire.

Naturally, left alone, men and women would cry without embarrassment, for crying would have no connotations of defeat, any more than the sky is embarrassed when it rains. [...]

[...] A gentle rain had recently stopped and everything looked washed and renewed, so it took me a few minutes to realize that her perceptions did indeed go beyond that fresh appearance. [...]

[...] As certain primitives do rain dances and consciously bring about rain, deliberately directing unconscious forces, so the people in these different places did the same thing quite automatically, without awareness of the processes involved.

[...] The house was exceptionally quiet this evening; we could hear a light rain. [...]

[...] Wednesdays are also witness nights, but since it was raining heavily we’d had no visitors. [...]

“If you go out in the rain without your rubbers, you will catch cold.”

[...] It rained part of the night, and a bit more this morning. [...]

lord let me remember how it was
when i nuzzled the air in the morning
and thought i could wiggle a distant leaf
just as i moved my own ears and toes.
i thought that i caused rain to fall
just as the tears from my own eyes
wet my cheeks,
and that my thoughts turned into clouds
that circled the top of my head.

[...] I thought it was going to rain, which meant that Frank wouldn’t be doing the grass again. [...]

Sunday AM it was nearly raining. [...]

[...] If it is raining outside, everyone should get wet. [...] It may be raining in a dream but your sleeping body remains dry. [...]

[...] For once it wasn’t raining. [...]