“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Your poor little innocent flower, when it rains and thunders and storms come, does our little flower look up and say, “Here comes that evil lightening and thunder?” It does not think that the thunder and the lightening and the wind and the rain are out to get it. It realizes that the strength and vitality of life is as much in lightening and thunder and the storm as in the sunshine. [...]

They lived upon the physical planet with its wind and rain and storms and violence and animal [sic] but they would not show violence, they could not commit a violent act. [...]

A disturbance again, and a storm; whether or not this storm is physical I do not know.

(It seems reasonable to describe a stay in the hospital as “a turbulent event, or unpleasantness,” and as “A disturbance again, and a storm; whether or not this storm is physical I do not know.” [...]

[...] Actually, our forces hadn’t come close to reaching the prisoners: Responsible were mechanical failures and two dust storms that the American helicopters had to struggle through before joining a group of transport planes at a remote airfield, code-named Desert One, in central Iran. [...]

[...] And there for the moment events seem to swirl in place—storms of consciousness that, I think, are bound to combine in new patterns to further explore certain large challenges.¹

[...] I even think that the dust storms the American helicopters had to struggle through to reach Desert One were not only symbols but conscious manifestations of our challenges there. [...]

“We’re having a storm here tonight.”

Storms to the stormy.

“Do you have storms where you are?”

[...] He stands in the room, and there is an electric storm in the dream, and the room is touched by vibrating currents. [...] Nevertheless he realizes that he is part of the storm, and the storm is part of himself, and it is not destructive but creative; and most of all, a simple elemental part of reality as it is.

In the dream he then goes into his own room, and this is the part of the dream that he has consciously forgotten, and covers it in his notes merely by saying “unclear here,” and a vague reference to an electric storm.

[...] Your collective feelings affect the flow of energy and their force — in terms of natural phenomena — can be seen quite clearly in a thunderstorm, which is the exteriorized local materialization of the inner emotional state of the people experiencing the storm.

[...] The pool of emotional energy into which your emotions flow is still composed of unalike charges, but generally speaking, the individual contribution of all those participating will fall into a coherent pattern that gives impetus and direction to the storm, providing the charge and the power behind it.

[...] For Tropical Storm Agnes, which had led to the flooding, had been mammoth indeed.

[...] Transformations of energy occur of course constantly, so that, say, a probable physical storm can instead appear as an economic one.

(Long pause at 8:46.) It can appear as an emotional storm on the part of large numbers of people. [...]

[...] Storms rend the summer sky, sending forth thunder and lightning. [...] You may deeply regret the havoc worked, knowing that neither the storm nor the earthquake is evil. [...]

[...] I am aware of that — and yet the destructive storms worked by mankind ultimately cannot be said to be any more evil than the earthquake. [...]

[...] Man no longer identifies with a storm, for example, and has lost his sense of relationship with it, and therefore his natural power over it. The same applies to storms of the psyche. [...]

[...] Instead, compare the negative beliefs, for example, with the storms that sweep the country: they have their purposes — and all in all those purposes tend to promote and support life itself.

Now a storm at times will fascinate many, and so will such a violence, but a highly destructive storm will find few going abroad in it. [...]

[...] Personified, for example, the devil is the fury of a storm, but disconnected from a storm’s great creativity.”

[...] Before leaving, Bill told us how right Seth was about silt storms; he related a terrifying incident in which he had become involved in a silt storm, and lost his sense of orientation.

[...] He has consciously forgotten this part, covering it with a vague reference to an electrical storm. [...] There is an electric storm. [...] Though he is afraid, he realizes that he is part of the storm — it is not destructive but creative and, most of all, a simple elemental part of reality. [...]

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

[...] The storm had come. [...]

[...] Snow, which had been predicted, began to fall around 2:30; there is a heavier storm south of us. [...]

(“We’re having a storm here tonight.”)

(“Do you get storms where you are?”)

I get not your kind of storms. [...]

Now a storm at times will fascinate many, and so will such a violence, but a highly destructive storm will find few going abroad in it. [...]

You used up an unwarranted amount of energy at your mother’s. Symbolically you did not like to put on the storm windows, feeling that perhaps it would be the last time that you did so, and that you were sealing up the house. [...]

[...] Upon returning the same day I took down the screens and put up the storm windows on the family home in Sayre, PA. [...]

[...] It is obvious, of course, that the overall physical stability of the earth is possible because of the ever-occurring storms, “natural disasters,” and other seeming calamities. [...]

[...] Here he reverted however to ordinary conscious behavior, thinking, “There must be a storm,” and that a weather report would tell him its course.