“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(A storm was building up as we sat for the session. We could hear thunder rolling beyond the mountain to the north. The day had been exceptionally hot—well over 90 degrees—probably the hottest of the year so far.

(“No....” I hesitated, though. The storm had begun. At times because of the thunder I could hardly hear Seth. The lights flickered often. The rain lashed down.)

(There was much thunder and wind and heavy rain.)

(9:38. “We better wait a second.” The storm raged in a gale of thunder, wind, and rain. I began closing windows. Doors slammed. Then the lights went out. I groped for my flashlight in the bedroom, and also brought out candles and matches. It seemed that we might be without power for some time. Yet I never got to light the candles—the lights came on within a few moments. The rain began to slack off. Resume at 9:52.)

[...] 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. [...]

A great crazy pre-dawn—snowing like the dickens, wind blowing—and its thundering at the same time. [...]

[...] Finally it began to rain hard, with thunder and lightning, at about 9. We wondered whether a session would be held, since Seth had told us some time ago that electrical displays interfered with trance states. [...]

(The rain, thunder and lightning continued unabated, the noise racketing back and forth over the city. [...]

[...] The lightning flashed silently followed several seconds later by distant rolling thunder, Seemingly coming from beyond the surrounding mountains.

(Then there came a stronger wind, and thunder in the distance, and the start of a meager rain. [...]

[...] A light rain had started at session time, and now there was lightning, followed by thunder resounding across the city.)

[...] It had been a deep one, too — yet she remembered hearing the thunder when I asked her about it. [...]

[...] While trying psychological time on June 18,1964, I had a very startling experience in which I was told by a thunderous voice that John’s trouble lay really in a “bad tongue.” [...]

Now, although I admit I usually come to you with a voice like a musical thunder, with a voice that seems to weigh a thousand pounds, that seems to plop into the room, yet I can also come lightly as a leaf and be here when you do not know. [...]

[...] Unaware of the passage of time, she then was awakened out of a sound sleep, not dreaming either, by a thunderously loud voice which shouted to her or at her: “Good night!” Marian told us this was so real to her, so loud and unmistakable, filling the entire room as with thunder, that she sat bolt upright in bed, fully awake and quite frightened. [...]

[...] Here the music was even louder, thundering out from the first floor apartment.

[...] Now the storm was going full blast, but we left the house open to the wind, thunder, and lightning. [...]

[...] For a moment the power frightened him, for it sounded like a radio turned up to an incredible degree — louder than thunder. [...] He did not sense my presence, but only heard the thunder of the voice. [...]

[...] Tidal waves thundered. [...]

We parked here today
and the green world swirled
jungle-quick, downtown
across the river, and like
a city bushman I was in tune,
swinging through thought’s treetops
while the traffic stopped and started,
precise as a ceremony of animals,
almost formal, engines thundering
then purring, wheels pausing,
headlights hypnotized in sun.
You walked into the bank,
making an exchange as ancient
as any tribal dance.

(A hard, refreshing spring rain, with thunder and lightning, was drumming against the house as we sat for the session. [...]

[...] God behaved exactly as an enraged child would, had he those powers, sending thunder and lightning and fire against his enemies, destroying them. [...]

[...] You are me without my towering volcano, ignorant of the thundering magic of flowing lava, calm and rather stupid (emphatically), if the truth be known.”

[...] Storms rend the summer sky, sending forth thunder and lightning. [...]

5. Jane used an imaginary musical analogy in describing her sleep-state experience with “mental earphones” — but here are two psychic events of hers that can serve as real-life analogies: 1. Her reception 10 months ago, while asleep, of multidimensional data from Seth, which she followed the next day with her own material on neurological pulses; see Appendix 4 in Volume 1. 2. Her hearing Seth’s thunderous voice in her sleep two months ago, as described in the opening notes for the 710th session.