Long ago, near Tepic, Mexico, I hiked along the Rio Lerma through its jungle mountain valley way up to the top of one of its impetuous peaks. There, in the little village of Colorin, I visited for a week with a close-knit group of Huichole Indians. On the way back down the mountain, I stopped for the night at sunset at a rock outcropping overlooking the river threading through its mountainous shoulders. Before me lay miles of exquisitely inviting impression.
I breathed in, and the mountains astride the river expansively inspired as my own lungs and freshening Life. I breathed out and the mountains expired as my own regaling, world renowning breath.
Here is master Morya confirming the universality of my experience:
“The cosmic currents penetrate through the heart of an Agni Yogi. The saturated heart senses all perturbations—thus, the Ancient Wisdom speaks of the heart filled with Ether. That through which the Cosmic Space breathes, the sensitive heart breathes also. That with which the cosmic heart breathes, the heart of an Agni Yogi breathes also. Each vibration resounds upon the subtle strings of a sensitive heart. Thus one has to guard so greatly this cosmic treasure. The currents fill the heart and expand the sphere of its action. Thus the cosmic correspondence is established.”
Yes, yes, yes. Your normal, everyday breath IS the breath of Brahma. It is not just “like” it. It doesn’t just resonate with it. Only the One IS. The whole shebang breathes the sentient One in each and every cell of Its cyclically cascading Being.
Yes, yes, yes. The divine Mother focuses THAT breath. The divine Mother is my gal breathing me. In turn, I assume Her warming breath as my own. Her suspiring sighs take me places where no one can go, where only the One IS. At once, consumed, Her kiss is my own. As my beau, She’s the Beauty THAT I AM. Clasped as One, She’s not some “other” that I that I put my arm around because “we” are going steady. She belongs to me.
Did you get that? I don’t possess her. She’s my beau because She Be-longs for/to/toward/of Me. She imputes mystery’s longings in me as my inner direction. She IS, I AM THAT I AM, my wishes (longings) to BE infinitely, mysteriously Beautiful: the Bright Energy of Alpha United To Infinitely Fragrant Unguents of Love. Fulfilling my regal desires, She dreams THAT Love fulfilled in/as Me. She cherishes deity siring. Breathing my Name I AM THAT I AM She induces me, you, all of us as fiery siblings endowing harmonic, conducive grace.
The Living, breathing THAT of Your I AM THAT I AM awareness pervades the entire antahkarana from Your viewpoint as an instance of infinite mystery’s multiverse. That is, the Name of God I AM THAT I AM is not a mere Name, a designator. It is BEING, come alive because You have assumed Ma’s womb. You have breathed Her Life’s encompassing, surrendering tomb. Yes, yes, yes. Ma’s Life/Death magical breath invigorates maya, even as it heralds its evolving demise/rebirth. Her susurrus, daylight sparkle whispers Her enchanting night.
Enlightened Breathing Liberates
Consciousness donning the Name of God I AM THAT I AM as Your mysteriously breathing garment embraces divine Identity, which holographically liberates immanent awareness from the fallen-estate stranglehold.
It purports momentous instances of divinely purposeful opportunity upon the Great Unknowing fulcrum, which empowers divine consciousness in You. Thereby, infinite Presence intimately resonates in and as the One’s expression through Your four lower bodies.
Ma’s Twin Flame Lungs
Thus, styling Your Way meditatively, solemnly, opens consciousness upon unfounded inspiration. THAT inspiration partakes of the divine Mother’s twin-flame lungs—cradling Brahma’s breath—to animate Your Life I AM THAT I AM.
In a timeless/spaceless, pointillistic moment, Vishnu coalesces Causal Body in-formation. Shiva exhales THAT Life, freeing You from phantom attachments. Blossoming the One’s infinitely mysterious dance renders You effulgently, even when fallen-estate awareness may seem to cast you steely stock still. Get it: breathing I AM THAT I AM proclaims infinite mystery’s standing-wave Beauty. Not in some la-la land; Ma, HERE and NOW breathes my in-formed and inspired divine personality.
 El Morya, Hierarchy (New York: Agni Yoga Press, 1933), no. 107, p. 65.