“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

To hold your breath is to die. Breath, which represents the most intimate and most necessary of your physical sensations, must flow out from what you are, passing into the world that seems to be not you. [...]

(10:12.) You breathe, grow, and perform multitudinous delicate and precise activities constantly, without being consciously aware of how you carry out such manipulations. [...]

Any of your emotions liberate hormones, but these also leave you as your breath leaves you; and in that respect you can say that you release chemicals into the air that then affect it.

[...] Heavy breathing. [...]

[...] Heavy breathing and grunting. [...]

[...] Grunts and groans and heavy breathing. [...]

[...] Right arm going good in a circle, left foot moving, heavy breathing. [...]

[...] Her breathing speeded up a little also. [...]

[...] But her head started moving, and she started in on some stronger motions, head going from side to side, breathing much noisier, grunts and groans. [...]

[...] You form the reality, the shape, of thoughts, for they have shape, in much the same way that you breathe; and you have as little control of them, once you have created them, as you have of your breath.

[...] She made a lot of grunting and heavy breathing noises: “Oh God, Bob....” [...]

[...] “Oh Honey, Honey, Honey,” she chanted, breathing heavily and grunting and groaning. [...]

(Jane began to breathe more deeply. [...] Her breathing was now heavier, and she began to let up on the head nodding.

You are filled with questions about when and where the various species appeared, and how the rocks were formed, when some reptiles grew wings, when some fish emerged from the oceans and learned to breathe air, and you are bound to wonder what happened in the times in between.

[...] (More intently now:) Or how many fish flopped backward to the water, finding themselves in such an in-between stage that they could no longer live in the water nor breathe the air?

So in those terms, how many water dwellers died before the first mammal stood securely with fully completed lungs, breathing earth’s early air?

[...] Breathe deeply, feel the breath. [...]

([Eva:] “Feel my breath through my lungs or just...”)

[...] Seth prefaced this by saying something about “I see a breathing difficulty.” He went on to say that Ruburt was upset at this information, and that her relatively early death simply meant she had to work harder in this life. [...]

[...] The grandfather had died of tuberculosis, hence Jane producing a distorted reference to a “breathing difficulty.” [...]

[...] His circulatory system was affected, and he had breathing difficulties. [...]

Painting is as natural to you (underlined) as breath. You breathe with a beautiful technique, and yet effortlessly. (A smile, leaning forward, for emphasis, etc.) Paint with the same confidence and belief with which you breathe.

It begins with the sense of unworthiness mentioned often, but it led to a pattern of behavior where he began to hold his breath, so to speak, tense the muscles in self-protection. To hold the breath however as in fright.

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. [...]

Now these emanations arise 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 the lung on the exhale stroke.

[...] Something—pressure in my head maybe keeps changing—the bottoms of my feet feel woozy; they throb gently; so does my neck; my breath deepens, ears feel funny—was going to walk around the house or do some other writing but for now at least I’ll have to go along with... [...]

[...] They automatically sweep his consciousness into other areas of activity, away from issues to which he may have been sensitized in the past, and serve to give him a breathing spell and refreshment.

The twenty minutes of psycho-cybernetics should be particularly maintained when he is not feeling well, for in themselves they help him change his mood and give a breathing spell. [...]

The breath of life, so to speak, is breathed into the ego by the inner self, but from that point on the ego is independent.

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

[...] By pretending that when you breathe your last breath here, your consciousness is forever still. [...]

It is indeed closer to you than your breath.

[...] But again, as you cannot hold your own breath, so you cannot hold that which is even more intimate, and which forms the very personality which attempts the examination.