“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

He says, ‘I breathe, but who breathes, since consciously I cannot tell myself to breathe or not to breathe?’ He says, ‘I dream. But who dreams? I cannot tell myself to dream or not to dream.’ He cuts himself in half and then wonders why he is not whole. Man has admitted only those things he could see, smell, touch or hear; and in so doing, he could only appreciate half of himself. And when I say half, I exaggerate; he is aware of only a third of himself.

If man does not know who breathes within him, and if man does not know who dreams within him, it is not because there is one self who acts in the physical universe and another who dreams and breathes. It is because he has buried the part of himself which breathes and dreams. If these functions seem so automatic as to be performed by someone completely divorced from himself, it is because he has done the divorcing.

And while I speak to you, my lungs
Rise and fall behind breastbones,
Fill their secret tissue mouths
With the air that swirls in this bright room.
They breathe for me the very breath
Upon which all I am depends,
Yet I do not know how this is done.
Who is this ghost,
This other one?
Who moves the lung? Who breathes?

The part of you who dreams is the ‘I’ as much as the part of you who operates in any other manner. The part of you who dreams is the part of you who breathes. This part of you is certainly as legitimate and necessary to you as a whole unit is, as the part who plays bridge or Scrabble. It would seem ludicrous to suppose that such a vital matter as breathing would be left to a subordinate, almost completely divorced, poor-relative sort of a lesser personality.

[...] He says “I breathe, but who breathes, since consciously I cannot tell myself to breathe or not to breathe?” He says “I dream, but who dreams? [...]

[...] No one denies the existence of air because they do not understand the method by which their own lungs breathe. Yet they know that they breathe, and they know that without breath death is inevitable. [...]

If man does not know who breathes within him, and if man does not know who dreams within him, it is not because there is one who acts in the physical world and one completely separate who dreams and breathes. It is because he has buried the part of himself which breathes and dreams. [...]

Because you know that somehow you breathe, without consciously being aware of the actual mechanics being involved, you are forced despite your inclinations to admit that you do do your own breathing. [...] In your quiet unguarded moments you still say who breathes, who dreams, and even who moves? [...]

“Each breath you take is a breath of quality. All you have to do is realize that each breath you take ultimately reaches to the ends of the universe and helps uphold your world.”

[...] I now suggest no more than five minutes a day of deep breathing, simply from here (stomach), to be added. He began this by holding his breath, affecting the sinuses and tightening the whole head, neck, and shoulder areas. The breathing exercise will simply accelerate his improvement. He is breathing better, though he does not realize it —and this has helped in circulation.

The tensing of the jaw is highly important here, and has in the past prevented adequate healthy blood circulation to the gums—also causing, with the shallow breathing, the sinus difficulty, which exerted additional pressure to the cheek and mouth areas. [...]

[...] The wind outside and the breath were felt to be one and the same, so that the wind was the earth breathing out the breath that rose from the mouths of the living, spreading out through the earth’s body. Part of a man went out with breath — therefore, man’s consciousness could go wherever the wind traveled. [...]

[...] The flow of breath is obviously important, regulating the rhythm and the spacing of the words. The breath’s integrity arises directly from the proper give-and-take between cells, the functioning of the tissues; and all that is the expression of molecular competence. [...]

[...] The breath makes certain sounds that are dependent upon the characteristics of the body. [...]

These emanations rise as naturally as breath, and there are other comparisons that can be made, in that there is a coming in and a going out, and transformation within the unit, as what is taken into the lungs, for example, is not the same thing that leaves on the exhale stroke. You could compare these units, simply for an analogy, to the invisible breath of consciousness. [...] Breath is, of course, also a pulsation, and these units operate in a pulsating manner. [...]

[...] She moved her head and shoulder very well from side to side, with many grunts and groans and deep breathings. [...] I think I’ll catch my breath.” [...]

(She did enough with her various movements so that her breathing became hard and noisy. [...]

[...] In some ways, the rhythm of birth and death is like a breath taken and exhaled. Feel your own breath as it comes and goes. [...]

Imagine where your breath goes when it leaves your body, how it escapes through an open window perhaps and becomes a part of the space outside, where you would never recognize it — and when it has left you it is no longer a part of what you are, for you are already different. [...]

[...] Think of your breaths as lives, and you the entity through which they have passed and are passing. [...]

[...] As your breath leaves you and becomes part of the world, free, so do your lives leave you and continue to exist in your terms. [...]

[...] Breathing hard. [...]

[...] and torso, all the time grunting and breathing loudly. [...]

[...] Then even a bit more, breathing loudly, head going back and forth against the pillow.

[...] You breathe whether or not you understand how breathing happens—so remind Ruburt that he must get to the point where he realizes that walking is as easy as writing a book, or thinking a thought, or having a session. [...]

[...] She made some motions with her head and shoulders off the bed, side to side, with noises and harder breathing. [...]

[...] Noises in breathing. [...]

[...] I followed, holding my breath, and felt no shock or fear especially. [...] I let myself float along, knowing that if I held my breath I would rise to the surface. [...]

[...] I got the idea of going over the waterfall while holding my breath, yet hesitated.

[...] You think of holding your breath and going under, but your younger brother does this before you, and you follow. [...]

(My account of the dream doesn’t mention my actually coming to the surface of the water, but does deal with my holding my breath so that I will automatically rise to the surface; I had no doubt in the dream that I would do so. [...]

([Derek:] “I usually get tied up with my breathing. As soon as I feel like I might be able to forget about my body, my breathing, I stop breathing, and then I worry about it.”)

If you imagine yourself as a part of energy and a part of All That Is and an identity that forms and creates your body, then you know you create it with each breath that you take. [...]

[...] You can hear the first breath and the last breath that will be breathed in your terms upon this planet. [...]

4. Few moments of deep breathing twice a day, me.

[...] The condition catches him frequently when he attempts to breathe deeply. He was afraid the chapter would catch him up, just when he was ready to relax and let go, a deep breath signifying a breath of relief. He should be able you see to take a deep breath of relief, and feel relaxed because the chapter is completed, and he knows well he can follow through with the book. [...]

[...] A patient in 333A was having heart problems—so the people came running down the hall pushing the emergency heart/breathing machine, including Doctor Fred Kardon, who said hello as he passed 330. [...]

[...] Heads and shoulders, side to side and around and around, noises and louder breathing, the left foot also. [...]

[...]  What I say is as intimate to you as your own breath is if you would but feel your breath. [...]

[...] Your thinking, breathing, and motion are all guided by activities that are largely unconscious — at least from the standpoint of what you usually think of as the conscious mind.

[...] As I drove up the road to the hill house, I held my breath — then saw that the grass had indeed been cut; it looked great. [...]

[...] The existence, maintenance, and appearance of that environment depends upon inner manipulations and automatic transfers that are as natural and as necessary to your existence physically, as breath.

[...] You also then know and develop yourselves through your own creations, and you automatically create and maintain your physical environment in the same manner that you breathe. [...]