“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Exercises and heavy breathing—head and shoulders, left foot and right foot. [...]

[...] If you stop and turn around to see what is bothering you and you find a small dog, then you take a deep breath of relief and wish you had turned around sooner. [...]

[...] Her motions today were subdued, her grunts and breathing not so prominent. [...]

These steps will allow you breathing time, and actually help minimize the pressure of your situation, whatever it is. [...]

[...] The implications took my breath away, and I became depressed with thoughts that I didn’t see how she was ever going to make it, ever going to break that cycle of fearful response to the world and her place in it, her fear of being attacked, of life itself. [...]

[...] I could hear and feel each breath, each swallow she took. [...]

[...] The board gives us a breathing spell and is a method of saying good day or good evening, or tipping one’s hat. [...]

[...] Breathing for example can be magnified to an almost frightening degree when one concentrates upon listening to his own breath. [...]

[...] You do not deprive another person of air by breathing it, for you yourself contribute to the atmosphere. [...]

(I asked that Seth comment on my tooth-extraction hang-ups—involving the attendant soreness and my reactions to the whole affair—as well as the mouth-breathing difficulty. [...]

[...] The crown rubbing brought forth the best response—strong side-to-side, heavy breathing, a feeling, Jane said, in her neck, shoulders and arms and down her back. [...]

[...] Instead they question it at every point — even holding their breath at times, waiting for something to go wrong.

[...] Even physically you are more than you know, for the chemicals that are your body, and the atoms and molecules and the breath that leaves your lungs... [...]

Running until he feels himself out of breath, or dancing to the same degree. [...]

[...] Let it go where it wants to go and travel those pathways that are native to it, that are as native to it as breath is to your physical body. [...]

You are supported, never abandoned, and always couched lovingly in the great yet intimate presence of All That Is, whose love forms your breath, your life, your death, as in which the unknown divinity is always blessed and ever known.

[...] Why didn’t the “Sinful Self” get the message that it’s gone too far, and back off at least somewhat so that the whole personality had room to breathe—to begin physical recovery, in other words? [...]

[...] The analogy may not be perfect, far from it, but it is as if your breath were to be suddenly cut off — in a manner, this somewhat approximates pain for a tree.

The trees in the forest
Stand secret and silent,
Their voices suspended
In lungs of leaves
That only can whisper
Of dreams held dormant,
That breathe only once
In a thousand years.

[...] And breathing, for example, can be magnified to an almost frightening degree when one concentrates upon listening to his own breath. [...]

[...] The candle was some three feet away from her, and well away from any draft possibly created by her breath, for instance.

(As soon as I realized that Jane or Seth might be attempting something, I sat very quietly myself so as not to stir the air, and breathed shallowly through my nose with my head somewhat averted. [...]

[...] Every breath that you take is revelant, and every thought is revelant and what seems to you to be waste is not waste. [...]