“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Raindrop patterns in a puddle follow certain laws having to do with the contours of the land, the weather, the nature of the rain, of the clouds, the height from which the raindrops fall, and the conditions operating in the nearby and far portions of the world. If you could properly understand all of that, then by looking into a single puddle you could tell the past and present weather conditions for the entire planet, and follow the probabilities in terms of storms, or volcanic eruptions. You cannot do this, of course, yet it is possible.

(9:44.) Dreams patter down into psychological puddles. They follow the contours of your psychological reality. They make ever-moving psychic patterns in your mind, rippling outward. The rain that hits your backyard as warm drops, soft and clear, may be hail in areas far above your rooftop, but it changes its form as it falls — again, according to the conditions that it encounters. So these “alien intrusions” do the same, and the dreams are like the raindrops, for at other “higher” levels they may have quite a different form indeed.

[...] If it rains you can stay inside, run naked between the raindrops, wear galoshes and carry an umbrella, take a cab, or be so involved in your own activities that you are not even aware that it is raining at all, and the same applies to inclement psychological climates. [...]

It is as if seeing a raindrop, you are terrified of a thunderstorm, so you closed your eyes so as not to see the rain, until finally to your surprise your feet became soaking wet, and the message got through. [...]

The raindrops fell

with the raindrops growing out of it

I do not know my destiny even any more than a raindrop does. [...]

If you remember that beneath all, each unit of consciousness is aware of the position of each other unit, and that these units form all physical matter, then perhaps you can intuitively follow what I mean, for whatever knowledge man attains, whatever experience any one person accumulates, whatever arts or sciences you produce, all such information is instantly perceived at other levels of activity by each of the other units of consciousness that compose physical reality—whether those units form the shape of a rock, a raindrop, an apple, a cat, a frog or a shoe. [...]

[...] Then, imagine that, suddenly, a raindrop falls and makes a first sound... [...]

[...] And so are the words of every man and woman, and the sound of every bird and every raindrop—precious beyond recall. [...]

[...] Your thoughts are as real as snowflakes or raindrops or clouds. [...]

[...] Left alone, your thoughts are as various, magnificent, trivial, frightening, or glorious as a hurricane, a flower, a flood, a toad, a raindrop or the fog. [...]

“So we strike in more realities than one, and I hear those notes together yet separately, perhaps as raindrops, and attempt to put them together and yet hear each separate note….