“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Plants and animals and all of life’s aspects take it quite for granted that the sun will shine and the rains will fall in the way best conducive to all creatures. [...]

(The day was warmer—40 degrees—but very damp, and ended up raining heavily by the time I left for home. [...]

[...] It was raining heavily, but warm—about 35—and I got my feet wet because I’d left my rubbers in 330. [...]

(The evening was very hot and humid; it was quite uncomfortable even through it had just rained, and Jane wasn’t sure we would have a session. [...]

Give us a moment… The consciousness that you have, as generally described in psychology, is in a strange fashion like the bright shiny skin of a fruit — but with no fruit inside; a consciousness with a shiny surface that responds to sun or rain or temperature, and to its surroundings; but for all of that a psychological fruit that has no pulp or pits, but contains at its heart a vacancy. [...]

[...] Then another one came in to say hello and talk about the rain we were getting in spurts. [...]

(The evening was very hot and humid; it had just rained. [...]

[...] It was also raining. [...]

[...] Yes, I do know it is raining and that your spring is on its way.

The sky was very dark, a light rain fell and a storm threatened. [...]

Next, I found myself running out in the back yard, through the rain. [...]

Though it was still raining when I got up, I felt great. [...]

[...] The rain begins to form. [...]

In those same terms the clouds could be physically measured, and shown to be so far above you — composed of, say, winds of a certain velocity, ready to pour down a precise amount of rain or whatever. [...]

(Willy was outside now, in a light rain that had begun a couple of hours ago. [...]

[...] Right now I’m really blue, my eyes operating poorly; tears warmly close; yet enjoying the dark sky and street as rain threatens… the view of the mountains afforded by the windows; the rock music on the radio; the odd remaining odor of door varnish—deeply loving all of it yet swept through with something like nostalgia. [...]

(It might be added that this evening it had rained, and now the night was very hot and humid. [...]

(I also found a bouquet of carnations laying on the front step Monday afternoon, after a heavy rain had evidently knocked them over. [...]

[...] It had begun to rain gently; traffic seemed to hiss upon the pavement. [...]

(It had just stopped raining and the humidity was high. [...]

[...] Therefore, such simple activities as walking in the rain, lying upon grass, walking in windy weather, all represent gateways to psychic experience.

[...] Imagine the land now free beneath it, open to the blessing of wind, rain and sun. [...]

[...] She thought the trance had been deeper than usual to cover many distractions: the weather and new rain, traffic noise, a party going on downstairs, etc.