In our blog, you’ll find information about metaphysics and spirituality from Lazaris and Jach, excerpts from Lazaris recordings and interviews, and travelogues from Jach’s adventures around the world.
I continue to learn Spanish, and I am getting better at saying what I want to say. Though it goes slowly, I can communicate one to one fairly well. But it’s still amazingly difficult to actively participate in a lively conversation with a group of Colombians. They talk so fast and with great vitality. The emotional intensity is both beautiful and frightening. What sounds like an alarming conversation could well be about how to properly prepare empanadas or how to make the sauce to accompany them. Adding to the mystery, they speak with their own traditional and personal idioms. Well, I could go on, but suffice it say, it’s difficult and I’m learning.
When Enrique and I go to one of the frequent gatherings of family or friends, I begin by welcoming and being welcomed and by following through with basic, somewhat elementary, conversations, and then I slip into watching mode. I surprise myself with how much I learn from gestures and tones and facial expressions.
I am interacting more and more; I am part of the gatherings now rather than just an outside observer. Even so, I still spend a lot of time listening and watching. I spend a lot of time only being, being in the moment.
At these events, I have discovered something else. I have become enchanted with trees. Now trees are everywhere, but here in Colombia, in the countryside and in the mountains and in the flatlands, they are not only abundant, they are gracious. There are trees that I’ve never seen anywhere else in the world. I marvel at the stately beauty of Carbonero trees. They lift to the sky and open there delicate branches to create an expansive canopy as if offering to embrace the heavens. The gracious Ceiba trees have a more substantial trunk and sturdier branches but they offer a no less massive and expansive canopy. I stop. I scare. I marvel at their beauty and the sense of tranquility and peace that they inspire.
At a party, once I’ve exhausted my range of conversation, and once others have returned to their natural rhythm of talking, I watch, I listen, and then I turn to listen and to talk to the trees.
Here are a few of the trees I’ve known.
There is such an elegance to this beauty. She is wild and wonderful and yet so willing to just be. Out of balance, twisted in a chaotic way, and yet at peace as she stands in a peculiarly perfect balance of self-acceptance and grace. She asked me to pause and to be still.
We had just returned from a 4 hour horse ride called a Cabalgata. This was the traditional Christmas Cabalgata organized by two of Enrique’s cousins. Part of the tradition: drink plenty of Aguardente and share plenty of it with others. Part of the tradition: celebrate the joy of life, joke with each other, laugh and shout a lot. Part of the tradition: after the ride gather at the finca (farm) for a hearty meal and more talk. I was sitting among the chatter of maybe 80 people, young and old, mostly young. Excited. Laughing. Not at all exhausted, stories were flying: While riding in the river, Julian’s saddle had come loose and it and he had fallen into water. His horse, spooked, had run off. That’s one of the stories I heard.
New mothers among the group were dealing with their tired first borns, and the new grandmothers were busy overseeing and trying not to interfere.
I turned to this tree and got lost in the sunset and the reverie of the moment. I am living a life so different from anything I might have imagined. I’ve held it that all this is a result of a huge change in my life with Peny’s and Michaell’s deaths and with my decision to love again, and there is merit there. But as I sat with this tree I realized that those big events opened the door and created the space, but all this is a result of a whole bunch of little choices and decisions that began before those pivotal changes and continued long after them. Twists and turns. Out of balance and in chaos and reaching in this direct and that, I kept coming back to accepting myself in the moments. In the moment, such a simple phrase, almost a cliche, but oh so mystical and powerful. As I sat and listened, life is plump and juicy, and it’s plump and rich in Colombia.
I stood with humility and respect before this grand Ancient One. I didn’t speak; I didn’t dare.There is such majesty, something almost regal that feels like wisdom and that demands respect without demanding it. This is a silent sentinel of remembering. It calls you to remember who you are. I heard its call. I listened. Remembering is a powerful, often forgotten, way of encountering and embracing the future. Remembering is not about recalling the past, it’s not about reminiscing about things that were. Though these may be steps that get you there. Remembering is about uncovering truths tucked in the creases of the past, and honoring them. It’s about awakening the secrets of your traditions and your myths that lie dormant in the recesses of your past. Remembering unlocks resonance that is fodder and fuel of Resonance Magic, the fulcrum of all magics. As we branch out and reach for what will be, remembering who we are can lift us and guide us. It’s magic. Remember that.
I just wanted to be in the presence of this amazing consciousness. I didn’t want to sit. I just wanted to stand there and listen to its voice that spoke to me without words.
Behold: There are energies and forces in this Universe that are mightier than I can comprehend. I was learning to embrace that as I stood with this master.
This is the first of the trees that I’ve known. I sat with it, mesmerized, for a little more than an hour. I couldn’t look away. It held me. It wouldn’t let go. I didn’t want it to let go.
I was at a family gathering on December 7. It was the annual celebration of Velitas (little candles). It is the celebration honoring the day of conception — the day Mary conceived the Son of God. Maybe it’s a religious celebration to some, but to most, it’s a time to light hundreds of little candles and to have a party, large or small. This one was large. There were 70 people ranging in age from 4 months to 80 years. Around 2:00 that afternoon, the preparations began to create a huge Paella. Big enough to feed 70 people. A huge Paella pan, an open fire, and the preparation dance — a dance of love — began with various types of rice. At the appropriate times the initial preparations of chicken and beef and then of shrimp and clams and muscles would become a part of the dance. Vegetables would be prepared and set aside for later. Lobster and octopus and squid would join the dance. The precision was impeccable. The artisans were part of the dance, as important as the ingredients. Finally the Paella would be covered and the final steps to this dance happened beyond conscious view. Mystery. Magic.
People began arriving just after dark. It was nearly 10:00 when the Paella was served. The waiting was also part of the dance and a part of the magic. During that interim, conversations flourished and the volume continually rose, crescendoed, and fell back only to rise again. After my range of conversation was complete, I closed my eyes and just listened to the cacophony that became symphony. Timeless. Vibrant. Beautiful.
After the Paella the party and the conversations gained volume and intensity, and I slipped away to revel in the joy and love of family. The beauty of their love and enthusiasm touched my soul, and my soul called me to be still. Watch. Listen. I stepped away. The toddlers were herded by their young mothers and cradled by their grandmothers. The oldest among the group sat together in rockers watching and creating their own music. Worlds flowed together and found a harmony and everyone danced into the evening. The dance of love.
I looked at this Ancient One and goose bumps rippled across my entire body. The small hairs stood. This photograph doesn’t capture its elegance and grace. It doesn’t capture the massive expand of its branches. There is a bounty here that defies description. There really aren’t words. For me it was a transcendent moment. That’s all I can say and that’s all that I care to say about it.
Q & A with Jach
Q. What is the relationship between Beauty and Healing? Perhaps it's obvious, but I've noticed lately ... as I've been touched by it, it seems to bring me to remembering the love.
JACH: There is a strong connection between beauty and healing, I think ... But I don't think it is immediately obvious. When I think of what you ask, I think about what Lazaris has said about what beauty can do in our lives.
First, it can open us up to our sense of immortality and our sense of eternity. With that resonance -- the resonance of being immortal and eternal -- we can create an environment that is conducive to healing, don't you think? I mean, there is a lot of hope and a high level of expectation in that resonance, and so much of healing hinges on hope and expectation.
Further, beauty allows our desires and our needs to become splendid. To me that means that our desires and needs, no matter how mundane or esoteric, take on a glow: They become shining in the grandest meaning of the word. Again, in the shining of beauty, our desire for healing and our need for healing take on a new life and a new energy, I think.
And one more: Not only does beauty fuel the truth that Goodness and Truth Shall Prevail, it also generates a state of renewal and revitalization; it generates and sustains a state of healing. Personally, I think the enchantment of beauty gives us both pause and a reason to begin again. Out of all this, I think there is a strong connection between beauty and healing.
Q. I feel there is a connection between the Beautiful Unknown and experiencing easy miracles -- and letting go of struggle. What can you say about the Unknown and beauty and miracles?
JACH: Well, Lazaris talks of the Beautiful Unknown. There is a powerful and everlasting connection between the two. [g]
For me, the beautiful Unknown is very akin to the Imaginal Realm or perhaps it is the Imaginal Realm that is akin ... [g] And as I work episodically in the Imaginal or the Beautiful Unknown, several things happen around struggle:
First, I find that alternative means present themselves in the Unknown. I remember Lazaris saying that there are as many solutions as there are steps to getting there. If there are five steps to reaching a goal, then there are at least five different ways to get there. Or there are at least five different solutions to the issue.
Using that, when I go into the Unknown, I open to the various solutions or means toward the end I seek. Some of those ways are known to me. Often those that are known are also ways of struggle. There are some ways or means to the solution or goal that are unknown to me. I bet those that are unknown to me probably do not involve struggle. [g]
So first, I find that when I seek the alternative means or solutions, I can find them and that they can be innovative and inventive ... always that means without struggle. Now when I say that, I do not mean without effort, and I do not mean without work, but I suppose you were aware of that. [g]
Second, while in the Unknown, it can offer us so much that would otherwise stand in my way. There are still entanglements that get in the way of success. But rather than processing them through from the start or from scratch, in the Unknown I can offer them up for healing. This comes with experience and with having done the work already. But when we have done the work and have the authority -- the authorship -- of our reality, then we can give ourselves the permission -- I am talking about empowerment here -- to offer up our entanglements rather than having to work through them one more time. That offering up, for me, works best in the Unknown. And the Beautiful Unknown as distinct from the Silent and the Sacred Unknown is where that happens for me.
Lazaris talks of how with beauty our unconscious can enter our conscious states with elegance and ease. In the presence of beauty, our Dark Shadow can integrate with our Light Shadow and both as one can integrate with us. In all this, it would be hard to justify struggle. [g]
So, the Beautiful Unknown can hold incredible keys to success, magic, and miracles.
Q. Is it not magic when I see Beauty, and is it not beauty when I experience Magic? What do you think of this?
JACH: I like what you say of beauty and magic. Often it is true. When we see beauty ... I would say that when we allow ourselves to experience beauty ... then it can truly be a magical moment. I say "allow ourselves to experience," because I think the power of beauty ... the mystery and the mysticism of beauty which is its magic … come from somewhere beyond seeing. Lazaris has often said that any of us can see something that is beautiful, but not all of us can reap the bounty of beauty. Not all of us can experience the richness of the gifts of beauty. To do that, I think we must reach beyond seeing. You may well have meant what I am saying. I know that English is not your first language. [g]
But when we will lift beyond our familiar senses and experience beauty, then I think we can receive her gifts. When we will stop and let beauty have her way with us, then we can sense the life and the light that can change us forever. Then we can hear the voice and our hearts can silently weep. When we will reach beyond and surrender a bit of our time and space to beauty, I think we can be wrapped and enraptured in her warmth and "never be cold" again. I think there is a substance to beauty that can move us in ways that "distance" has no meaning. Then beauty is magical.
And then to magic ... I think much of magic can be beautiful. And some magic just isn't that pretty. [g] There is some gutsy and "down and dirty" magic that is still very positive and wonderful, but I would be hard pressed to call it beautiful. [g] Remember … magic is changing reality in compliance with our will. It can be beautiful, but that is not a requirement. [g]
And there is magic that can catch our breath with its beauty. There is magic that is Soul Magic ... at least that is what I call it ... and it is inspiring and uplifting and transcendent. [g] That kind of magic is beautiful.
I also find the magic that I work with intensity and intimacy is a beautiful magic for me. It is a private magic. I don't do it in front of anyone, but alone and in the stillness of the night. This magic ... my magic of intensity and intimacy ... is a beautiful magic to me.
So the statement you make is true or can be true if we are conscious and if we are willing. But I would not rely upon it too strongly. It could lead to complacency or to the doldrums of assumption. [g] I hope this helps.
Q. Any suggestions for using crystals to explore Beauty? [g]
JACH: You know, I just put together the flier for the October workshop on crystals here in Orlando [a past event]. Lazaris described briefly the first stages of one of the "Adventures into the Incredible" that we will be doing then. He described holding our crystal ... whether it was an old companion or a new found friend, it is a dear crystal. We touch it in the ways Lazaris has just instructed us. We whisper the words, he says, the words that we just learned from Lazaris. And suddenly we are standing upon that reflective message plate or within that glimmer veil. We intone the sounds Lazaris taught us and we are on our way ...
For me, talking with and working with my crystals can open me to beauty. They are gateways. Whether that is their particular expertise or not, any crystal can transport and teleport us. In October [ refers to a past event] many of us are going to learn more about this than we can yet imagine, I think. But before that, any crystal can transport us. And beauty is one of its methods, I think.
Also, as we all know, crystals amplify, and they communicate as well as carry communication. They don't do this as we humans might. They have their own way. I think they sing. [g] I think there is a tonation and an interplay of undertones and overtones as well as the tones themselves. I think they sing. As we can touch a bit of that, we are struck by their beauty, and we are changed by a deeper sense of beauty herself. That's the way it seems to me. [g]
Q. Would you talk about how you work with your passion and creativity? I am particularly interested in the beginning times of a project or creative endeavor and getting started, though anything on the subject is appreciated. Thank you.
JACH: I wish I could ... I wish I could talk of and understand better how I work with these things. I will give it a go.
First, I resist. [vbg] Really, in so many ways, I am reluctant to change, and I resist change. As much as I do it, it is not something I approach with eagerness. I resist; sometimes I fight it. And there are the times that I plow right into self-pity. I can whine a lot about change ... "Oh no, not again!!!!"
Now, this happens when it becomes apparent that change is necessary and when it seems to come about randomly or by chance. It also happens when I consciously pursue change. Yeah, I know. It's weird. I can be going along just fine, and then I realize ... I am bored or restless. I can wake up feeling an uneasiness, and I know that I need to make some changes. That is, I know that I need to begin something new ... a new project. It's not a necessity, and it isn't random, but I know I have to do it. And then I resist ... "Oh, no, there I go again." I can get angry at myself.
But once I move into the resistance, be it pity or anger, I tend to move through it quickly. And then I can find focus. Once over the hump, then the creativity can awaken, and then the passion can begin to flow.
I used to have a much harder time with passion. I could never quite define it. But in the more recent workshop on passion, Lazaris said something that cleared this up for me and it's been much easier to work with my passion ever since. He pointed out that our passion is not really in a thing or an activity or an event. It's in us. The particular activity that we label "our passion" is not really our passion; it is the thing that can trigger it in us. That thing or those events are like matches. They can ignite the passion, but they are not the passion. I don't know, but that made sense to me and cleared the way. I stopped "looking for my passion" and just started letting it find me. [s]
Beauty stirs my passion. Beauty in sound, beauty in motion or movement, beauty in a moment ... beauty triggers the passion that is inside me. It also really engages my soul. Tears fill my eyes a lot when I experience beauty ... that love that weeps at the slightest act of injustice or inhumanity and yet rejoices at the slightest act of human kindness ... yeah, beauty triggers my passion and engages my soul. So I resist, and then I move beyond it. Okay. Then I look for the beauty. And my eyes tear up. [s]
Then I am inspired, and I get to work. I ride the wave of those tears and that deep appreciation of beauty. And I come to exclaim the beauty of my own "movement" in creating as I think about ideas or as I write about experiences. And in the exclamation (!) the passion and the creativity are wedded.
And then I get out of the way. In the end I am most often incredulous and then mightily pleased with what comes out of it all. And I love the mystery of it all. I find immense beauty in mystery. I am surprised by how much beauty I find in mystery.
The above questions & answers are a a grouping of questions with Jach's replies from the Online Conferences
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