“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] In the latter material he used several evocative analogies to describe his EE units: “… basically emanations rising from consciousness … the invisible breath of consciousness … The emanations are actually emotional tones … The units are just beneath the range of physical matter.”

If you prefer to call this supreme and absolute psychic gestalt God, then you must not attempt to objectify him in terms of material, for he is the nuclei of your cells, and more intimate than your breath.

[...] And to that self, physical reality is like a breath of smoke in the air and that self does not need the characteristics that you know and find so endearing. [...]

[...] He did nothing about it on his own, except finally to rent the other apartment, but he has been holding his breath quite literally, for some time.

Because I say that you create your physical universe in the same manner and as automatically and as unself-consciously as you create with your breath a pattern of steam upon a glass pane, this does not mean that you create all that is. [...]

[...] But make sure that when you try to breathe vitality into your company, and form it, that you form it for the good. [...]

[...] For my dear doctor, without suggestion, without automatic and continuous suggestion, no human being would breathe one breath. [...]

It was invented by the ego to protect the ego, because of the mistaken conception of dual existence; that is, because man felt that a predictable, conscious self did the thinking and manipulating, and an unpredictable self did the breathing and dreaming. [...]

[...] The true dimensions of a divine creativity would be unendurable for any one consciousness of whatever import, and so that splendor is infinitely dimensionalized (most intensely throughout), worlds spiraling outward with each ‘moment’ of a cosmic breath; with the separation of worlds a necessity, and with individual and mass comprehension always growing at such a rate that All That Is multiplies itself at microseconds, building both pasts and futures and other time scales you do not recognize. [...]

[...] She would then have to hurry to school; most often she would arrive late, and breathing hard, and disheveled. [...]

[...] The outer ego as a rule is not aware of what you may think of for now as the thoughts or communications of the inner ego; but the inner ego knows every step you take, every particle of air you breathe, every dream you have; and it is the source of your own personality and is the representative of the entity of which it is part.

“If you prefer to call this supreme psychic gestalt God, then you must not attempt to objectify him, for he is the nuclei of your cells and more intimate than your breath.”

[...] Since he was short of breath and fairly portly and filled with gout, this isn’t as silly as it sounds. [...]

Physical time, or that is clock time, was invented by man’s ego to protect the ego itself, because of the mistaken conception of dual existence—that is, because man felt that a predictable conscious self did the thinking and the moving, and an unpredictable almost automatic self did the breathing and dreaming. [...]

Yoga breathing will be of therapeutic value when you need it, but the knowledge gained in this evening’s session should go a long way toward minimizing the symptoms. [...]

[...] All probabilities flow through it, though one of your moment points may be experienced as centuries, or as a breath, in other probable realities of which you are a part.

In the dream itself, he goes into his room and discovers that his ability is as much a part of him as his breath, and that he cannot turn it off and on at will, or turn it off as one would a radio. [...]

One eye looked out upon the form —
The thigh’s spread galaxies — and saw
The burst of each cell-star that plunged
Into instant shape within the flesh.
The other eye, turned inward, glimpsed
New webworks and cocoons
Spun from thoughts and dreams that spread
Images outward with each breath.

[...] He knew that physically such a position was impossible, and he held his breath, waiting for the inevitable fall.

[...] Yet I like lines like: “Let the dirge be heard, sweeping all things before it,” and: “I’ve developed a sense of death, when someone takes a few steps off the known path almost unknowing,” and: “I breathed in the public air and it became private.” [...]