“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Our weather last winter was quite peculiar—we had no snow at all until the massive three-day storm of February 1, one of the worst in local history. [...]

[...] The chemical composition of a storm, perhaps, will give you an idea of what I mean. [...]

Neither should the ego react so violently that it remembers and reacts to past storms in the midst of clear and sunny weather. [...]

[...] Its old fashioned predecessor had been destroyed by Tropical Storm Agnes in June 1972; see my notes for the 613th session in Chapter 1 of Personal Reality.

The winter turned into one that seemed to be the longest and coldest in years, although while heavy storms raged all around us, our immediate area of New York State received surprisingly little snow (a fact we were very grateful for!). [...]

[...] “Emotions flow through you like storm clouds or blue skies, and you should be open to them and react to them,” Seth said. [...]

[...] It’s so wonderful …’ And as I spoke I intuitively understood that the motion of the wind was an excellent creative metaphor for the motion of Jane’s soul, that its cool feel upon my face could be the physical version of her caring for me ‘from where she is.’ The storm of my grief eased after a while, but the wind and the light rain continued. [...]

[...] We never do, yet I said things that later I wished I hadn’t. Such regrets are inevitable, I suppose, but if I can tell my wife about the storms of consciousness that I think are so active in the Middle East, for example, then certainly I feel like discussing my feelings about our own challenges. [...]