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.
We had planned to go back to California for the March events of course, and when they were postponed until December, we thought we’d go back anyway.
Yes, we’ll go; no we’ll stay. No we’re going to go anyway; no definitely we are staying here. A doctor friend had told us of that soon no one
would be allowed in or out of Colombia and that lockdowns were coming for the States and for Colombia. With that news our final decision was
All this happened on the eve of a long holiday weekend here. The Governor of our state, Valle de Cauca, called for a curfew during the long weekend
as a way to keep people home and away from large celebratory gatherings. A few other Governors and the Mayor of Bogotá did the same. However
the Colombian President, perhaps angry that they went ahead without letting him make a national decree, cancelled the curfews say that “social
distancing was absurd.” Sadly a familiar cry by some others who claim to be leaders. However, the Governors and Mayors countermanded the President
with an outcry of support from the people.
Curfew in place, it was followed by a nationwide lockdown. We had prepared for the four day curfew, but then we had to scramble to prepare for
three week lockdown. Thousands of Colombians had to scramble too. However, a country that seems to thrive on chaos, handled the situation well.
We loaded up one car with the dogs, their supplies, and with Enrique’s dialysis machine with its many supplies. Another car was overloaded
with our stuff. Then we were off to the country.
We were worried though. There was a deadline time for leaving the city and we were late. Of course. [s] We might be stopped and turned back or
fined or both. We worked a bit of magic and we headed out. The otherwise gridlocked road was almost free of cars, trucks, and people. We moved
quickly coming to and then driving past two potential military check points. We reached the final curve in the main road and our turnoff was
just ahead. As we turned from the paved road to the open road (narrow dirt road with its share of ruts and boulders) we looked ahead. The military
check point was about 100 yards beyond our turn off. Magic was afoot. We will be here until Easter at least. There is talk of extending the
quarantine for those over 70 or even for everyone.
These are painful times and tragic times and the days are rife with fear, and people are dying and people are loosing everything and people are
getting lost. The dark and darkening chaos exacerbates the situation threatening the unspeakable of the unknown or of an abyss. In the mire
of darkness, of pain, tragedy and fear, I think of what Lazaris said in South Africa: He said that we stood on a pinnacle and that things were
about to get worse. Where and how we stepped from that pinnacle were crucial. He added what I thought was an aside: Things are about to get
much worse. I also think about what Lazaris said as the Vermont days were concluding: It’s time to be the Sentinel, the Champion, and the Guardian
that we always have planned to be and that we are destined to be.
So I am being conscious of where I step and how I step. Where? Into the chaos. How? With resolve.
I am stepping into the dark and then into the darkest parts of that chaos and in that depth, I am looking for the light. It’s there. Simply said,
I found that light in the beauty and in the love. The dark chaos is neither beautiful or loving; this novel virus is not beautiful and it’s
not loving. But in the darkest chaos, and I think it has to be the chaos beyond the dark and darker, the chaos that is the darkest, there is
hope. Not the hope of desperation or last resort, and not my hope. In that darkest chaos, there is the shimmering hope that is a reflection
of the soul and spirit of humankind. It’s not the hope that any of us can muster. It’s beyond what we can create. Luminous hope? Divine hope?
And this hope is beauty, and is love. Not beautiful and loving, it’s beauty and it’s love. And I know without the need for certainty, that this
shimmering hope is there in the darkest recesses of the chaos of this virus. It is waiting to be found.
So we will wash the vegetables from our garden. We will stay healthy and safe, and we will work our magic.
A Question and Jach's Reply from an Online Conference
Q: Jach, both you and Lazaris mentioned at the Interludes that our Magic is getting ahead of us. Could you elaborate on what that means more specifically? I loved the bits you talked about "The Magic of Presence." Never heard it before per se but it sounds familiar. Would you elaborate on this, too? Is it about being aware of what is going on in our world at large (not putting our heads in the sand, so to speak) and yet 'walking' our life with Love and Will as much in here as out there, so to speak? Thanks [g]
Welcome. [g] I am not always sure what Lazaris means. [s] I still work to catch up to what he is saying.[vbg] What I meant is this:
The world is becoming new. It really is. We are all coming to that realization these days. It was a sad comfort to hear newscasters and academicians use that phrase during the unrest and violence in the Middle East: The old world is dying, and the new world hasn't been born yet. The world is becoming new, and it is happening faster and faster (and faster than even the impatient ones among us were ready for).
Oh, I know ... Back in the 1990s Lazaris talked of it, and we all wanted it now. But now that it is happening in more real and more realistic ways, it is happening faster than we are ready for. Maybe not faster than we wanted or want, but faster than we are ready for. See what I mean here? We have to catch up.
In November, Lazaris talked about being Visionaries. We are finally comfortable with being Magicians, with being Map-Making Magicians, and now we need to move forward to become Visionaries? Yes. Our Souls are challenging us to do just that. Lazaris talked about what the "real problems" in our world are. Sure, there are the basic crises, and they are still here. They are part of our human nature. Those crises we know well: the Crises of Dignity, Character, Vision, and Vitality.
But around those basic crises there are these core problems: Lack of Vision (is that too obvious? [s]), Collapse of Imagination. Loss of Belonging, Lack of Compassion, Dogma Replacing Dialog, Drought of New Dreams, and the Waning of Wisdom.
Hmmm. What are we going to do about that? These are not issues for the world to resolve. These are not issues for others to resolve. These are our issues. We need new and clearer -- illuminated vision. We need to lift our imaginations to new levels, higher levels. We need to create a domain of belonging. We have the compassion, but what are we doing about dialog? There is the dogma of magicians, too, isn't there?
I ask myself: Am I dreaming new dreams? More recently Lazaris has talked about how hope with its bounty can trigger new dreams. He talks about the "dreams of eternal youth" that can come at any age. And to temper those essential dreams, we need the vision that comes with wisdom.
Hope is a critical issue in dreaming new dreams and in ending the drought of dreams. I know what wisdom is. I can state the conditions of wisdom easily now (most of them [s]), but is my wisdom waning?
So in all this, I know that my magic has to grow. I also know that magic -- yes, my magic -- is growing. I say that without the aid of my negative ego: I am working magic, and sometimes I am startled by the success of that magic. I am amazed at the speed and at the depth of the magic I am currently working. My eyes widen and my jaw drops (a bit, not much) at how magical my magic is.
It's ahead of me. I haven't caught up to my magic. I need to expand (not just stretch) my success cube. For example, years ago stretching it was enough. Not now. I need to expand it beyond the normal three and four dimensions of my convention. And yes, I need to work with my image. I need to change it -- oh, here comes my fear of change -- and I need to lift it to new dimensions.
So for me to become a Visionary, I need to catch up to my magic, which seems to be growing faster than I am. During the recent "Evening with Jach" that preceded the Interludes, someone -- and it was someone on staff, no less -- asked me about the Reservoirs of Vision. I must have had a "senior moment" or something. First, I didn't know what she was talking about, and then I had no idea what they were.
Hmmm. I went and looked at my "November workshop notes," and then I remembered: OF COURSE!!!! Another person attending the Interludes came up the next day and gave me the short list. [s] By then I had remembered, and it was still a very nice gesture.
My point: I blocked it out. I listen to the recordings so I can learn the content and so I can listen to Lazaris. But I have to take copious notes. Otherwise, I slip away to sleep. That's because within Lazaris' voice, even as he has gotten rid of his accent, there is a resonance that holds me in trance. When I listen to the recordings, that resonance puts me to sleep. So I take detailed notes that are close to dictation (sort of).
Anyway, I had zoned out on the Reservoirs of Vision. Yes, I have work to do. [s] So that is what I mean when I say we need to catch up to our magic.
I also know that it is my destiny -- that it is our destinies -- to participate actively and consciously in the new world unfolding. It's unfolding. That's happening fast. My magic is keeping up. Am I? That's what I am thinking about all this. [s] Thanks for asking. My reply gave some nice clarity and focus for me. I hope it did the same for you.
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