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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.


Beauty and Magic

Saturday, December 19, 2015
Blog: Beauty and Magic

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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You Are in the Right Place at the Right Time

Thursday, December 17, 2015
Blog: You Are in the Right Place at the Right Time

By Jach

During this Year of Enchantment, Lazaris has spoken often of knowing we are in the right place at the right time. During the recent Online Conference, Jach responded to a question about this phrase. His answer gives a depth and understanding about how this simple phrase relates to belonging, and with that belonging forgiveness. Enjoy.

Q: Lazaris has been saying "You are in the right place at the right time." I love that phrase and am using it frequently, even when something doesn't seem to be working, to call forth the resonance of being in the right place at the right time. I'm intrigued by this phrase and wonder if you've been pondering or working with it to discover its meaning?

JACH:

Hi there. Fun talking with you always. [s]

Right place, right time. It speaks to belonging.

Belonging is so profoundly powerful. It is a gift from the Ancients, and that is a metaphor, I think, because belonging is so powerful and so miraculous. When we know we belong -- are in the right place at the right time - forgiveness, the elegant and implicit order within the chaos of belonging, is at hand.

As you say, when things are right, remembering that we are in the right place at the right time, that we are where we belong, we can give direction to the moment with forgiveness: forgiving ourselves for our foibles, for our mistakes, for our missteps. Even making those mistakes and taking those missteps are part of who we are and of who we are becoming. We are in the right place at the right time to drop more of who we are not -- how can we drop it if we don't know what it is we are dropping? -- and to become more of who we are.

Right place / right time also deals with dropping our illusion of being separate. The core of enchantment, often forgotten or overlooked, is that we are connected to each other and to everything. We are all connected to All That Is and thus to All That Is/Goddess/God. That union, that oneness: Is it the epitome of belonging? I suspect it is.

I find it fascinating that an undercurrent in our world today is the lack of belonging. So much of the anger and rage out there, so much of the fear and hatred on the far right and the far left, is triggered because people feel they don't belong anymore. The radicals in the Tea Party don't feel they belong, and the radicals on the left, likewise, feel that they don't belong. That lack of belonging is making people angry, ragingly angry, and a bit or a lot crazy.

One of the basic hurdles to belonging is the denial of the Dark Wood and another is Fierce Independence, being too fiercely independent. In our world today there are those internationally and in the US who are grasping desperately to hold onto their fierce independence, and that is partly why they feel they don't belong. You see it in the Far East and in the Middle East. You see it in so many of the hotspots around the world. Independence is critical, I agree. Even fierce independence is valuable, but not too fierce.

Fierce love is even more valuable. [s]

So when we know we are in the right place at the right time, we also know, often without words, that we do belong. We can forgive and come together to work in confluence with one another. I think it's an answer personally, and I think it's an answer for humankind, as well. (s)

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Introduction to Lazaris

Sunday, December 13, 2015
Blog: Introduction to Lazaris

By Jach   

Afraid, I just walked. I didn't know what else to do. Somehow moving seemed to help. I told myself: "Keep moving, just keep moving, Jach, and somehow everything will be all right." There was no logic in that spontaneous mantra, but then there was no logic in most of what had been happening to me over the past several weeks.

"Keep moving, just keep moving ... " At first, I thought it would just go away. I hoped it would just go away. I also hoped my hope would be enough so that nothing would come of it. But I heard the voice. I did hear the voice. I could not deny it any longer. The lack of denial did nothing to help me understand, so I just kept moving and repeating my private mantra. I was scared. I was terrified.

"When had it all begun?" I heard myself ask. This was a stalling tactic for sure, but I followed the question. I had nowhere else to go.

I'm not sure when it began. It seemed so simple then. I was on a business trip. I was at the Home Office, and it was half-way through a five-day conference/training session. Young execs from all over the country were there. I hated being away from home. These trips were considered a "perk" of mid-management, but I never felt very perky.

I don't know why I decided to meditate that evening. I had learned "how" to meditate at a course Peny had dragged me to back in 1972. The course had promised great results, which she found plausible and exciting. I found the claims unbelievable. She was right.

For me, meditation was a euphemism for napping. I would -- how do they say it? -- I would go "too deep" in almost all of my meditations. Though I had learned it, and had seen other people have great results, I had all but dropped the practice. Glorified napping did not seem to be the "way home" for me, or the way anywhere for that matter! I don't know why I decided to meditate that evening.

My eyes closed, and I began my routine of breathing the tension out of my body. I could feel myself starting to slip off to sleep. Then something very strange happened. I started to visualize! I saw things! I saw things spontaneously. This was a first!

I still remember it ... The path twisted this way and that. Green ... everything so very green. The ferns, tall. Trees, lush. Sweet smells. So engrossed in the detail, I forgot to be startled. I forgot to disbelieve.

The images burst. My mind raced ahead. I kept following. Then I saw an intriguing cabin. "Oh, brother," I thought. "This is just too corny! This is almost embarrassing!" But there was something different about this particular cabin. The spontaneity and the uniqueness silenced my skepticism and my sarcasm.

Surrounded in tall pines and sequoias, it had a thatched roof and sparkling glass windows with diamond-shaped beveled panes. The exterior walls were rough cut, but the slightly ajar door was smooth and finely crafted. It was certainly "Americana," but it was something else as well. It intrigued me. It welcomed me.

Maybe it was the twill of smoke. Perhaps it was the warmth of the light pouring from windows and door. The details astonished me. The racing stopped.

I stood for a very long time. Inching my way, the path gave way to three steps. I finally crossed the porch and reached for the latch. The door opened on its own. My skepticism bubbled briefly. I could almost hear it breathe. I stepped into the room.

A man was standing in front of me. He was gentle. I was not afraid. He spoke to me. Our relationship began. ...

I bolted. The meditation abruptly ended. I remembered every word! Writing furiously I had to capture the moment. Exhausted, I called Peny. She lifter her enthusiasm to match mine. I loved her for that.

Nothing happened after that. I had asked his name. "Lazaris" was the word I heard. I asked again thinking of "Lazarus" of the Bible, or the department store in Columbus. The name was distinct: L-A-Z-A-R-I-S. The emphasis was emphatically on the second syllable (La-ZAR'-is). I had a name, but no further contact. I all but forgot about the whole experience. ...

October 3rd, 1974

Early evening. Sitting on the bed, plumped up in pillows, I am preparing to meditate (ha!). I am going to seek insight (ha!) to help guide our lives. Things were not really so bad as to warrant such extreme measures! Yet over the fourteen years of our being together, I had learned to pay attention to Peny's psychic flashes and intuitive gestalts. She had "flashed" that I should do a meditation.

She asked me questions. I answered. The questions were great. The answers were boring. Maybe that's why I fell asleep. I thought I had fallen asleep. I could feel myself drifting away. I tried to stay awake. I tried to hold onto the sound of her voice, but the soft lure of sleep won out. I drifted off. I was asleep.

Two hours later, Peny didn't hear my sheepish apology for having dozed off. She was excitedly tumbling over words trying to tell me that an entity had spoken through me. She thought I had fallen asleep again, too. This time, however, my head didn't bob, so she waited. Some minutes passed, and then a deep, resonant voice began where mine had left off. The answers, however, were powerful, not of the caliber of mine. She listened. She wrote as fast as she could. She was like a child with Santa Claus -- she didn't question it then, she just took all the information she could get. She would evaluate it later.

The entity explained that he was Lazaris! Yes, the same one I had contacted so many months before. That experience had been in preparation for this one, though neither Peny nor I would begin to understand what "this" was for many years to come. Lazaris requested two weeks of our time to finalize the necessary adjustments so he could "channel" through me. He provided Peny with a simple, but detailed, method I should use to enter trance more easily. He assured her that this experience would never be detrimental, that although he had neither a body nor time, he appreciated that we did, and he would never abuse either.

More questions are answered. I know Peny is telling me the truth, because she does not lie. The information explodes in my mind. I hear the words. I know they are true. I cannot believe what I am hearing. The contradictions are lost in the sweet comfort of avoidance. I just refused to talk about it.

Every evening I would sit and close my eyes and take an "after-dinner nap." Every evening Peny would enthusiastically tell me all that had transpired. I listened. I smiled. I avoided.

After the two weeks, the necessary adjustments were complete. Peny had come to know and trust this entity that I wasn't even really admitting was there. Everything at work was just fine. Everything was just fine. I continued to avoid. Peny, aware of my usual way of handling things I didn't understand, handed me a cassette with one word: "Listen."

"Keep moving, just keep moving ... " I couldn't deny that something was happening. Afraid, I just walked. I cried. I did not know what to do. Peny knew me so well that she left me alone. Her tenderness and compassion was so great that she knew when loving meant to leave me alone. I walked. I cried. I had never been so scared in my twenty-seven years. I had never been so frightened. What was happening to me?

Months would pass, months filled with evaluating Lazaris with casual friends about whom I knew very little. They would come and talk to Lazaris and then report their conclusions. These were people I trusted who also had extensive backgrounds in this new-to-me field of metaphysics. I would slip into "trance," both terrified that he would come through and terrified that he wouldn't be there. Gathering the feedback, I concluded that something very real was happening. Many more months would pass before I could accept Lazaris for who he really was.

Then I referred to him as "it," which I suppose is technically more correct since Lazaris is neither male or female. As I have come to know Lazaris, I have come to know his love, his humor, his giving and caring. I have come to know his commitment to me and to all the human beings who find him. I have come to understand his dedication to honesty. He has become a friend. He has become my friend, my very best friend. He is no longer an "it." To me, Lazaris is a "he."

I kept moving. I just kept moving that day in mid-October, 1974, and everything did turn out just fine.

The initial friends of Lazaris began telling their friends, who told their friends, and ... As their friendships with Lazaris grew, so did mine. Each day, each week, I grew to love him more.

I remember one evening in (I think) 1976. By then Lazaris was conducting workshops, and I was listening to a cassette of the most recent one. It was very late. Alone in the totally dark living room, I was lying on the floor just listening. It still amazed me that the voice was coming out of my body. I just listened.

I heard the words, but that late night, I heard something more. It was between the words. I heard the love. I could hear the concern and the compassion. Tears rolled down my cheeks. The tears turned to sobs. I could feel Lazaris filling the room. I could feel Lazaris filling me with his incredible love and his soothing peace. I could feel his smile. Though I had known that Lazaris was real for almost two years, that night I was finally at peace. That night was special.

Since 1974, tens of thousands of people have found their friendships with Lazaris. He works with thousands of people in seminars and Pay-per-Views. In 1985 Lazaris agreed to make recordings available. They now number more than 400, and the demand constantly increases.

As I look back, I wish we had kept better records. We don't have the original notes that Peny took that evening in October, 1974. We don't even know the time of day. I can't begin to remember the day or even the month when I first meditated and "accidentally" discovered Lazaris. When all this happened, we had no idea that it meant anything at all. We had no idea that the phenomenon would even recur. There was no reason to document what might have been a fluke. Perhaps if we had known ... but this whole experience unfolded itself in front of us. Peny and I felt more like observers than participants.

Now Peny and Michaell and I still wait and watch to see where Lazaris' love leads him and us. The waiting and watching is exciting. We know that Lazaris knows where it all leads.

He is taking us Home. In a metaphysical environment where approaches to spirituality proliferate with varying shades of validity and integrity, I am glad to have a friend like Lazaris. I am glad I "kept moving, just kept moving" that day so many years ago.

by Jach Pursel,
Lazaris' Channel, 1987

 


 


 

 

 


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It Seems To Me

Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Blog: It Seems To Me

by Jach

I feel an urge to be quiet. Not inactive, no, but quiet as I go about working my magic in my life and for the world. So with the influx of activity in the world specifically in Syria, I am being quiet.

It's September 23, the second most powerful day of the year. In my quiet, I am calling upon the grandmothers and grandfathers of Sirius, and I am calling upon my future selves, several of them, and together we are creating a union of magic, a confluence of our various magics, to flow into the world.

During the One-Day workshops, Lazaris talked about the unique nature of the current chaos in the world. He spoke of a convergence of an array of futures from the constricting to the expanding - from the negative to the positive. These futures are not manifesting but they are converging in the present. To this, there is a convergence of the prevailing human crises of dignity, character, vision, and vitality and of the continuing crises of fear and of hope. With all these energies converging in the present, the current chaos is different. It is more intense and more prevalent. We all feel that.

Chaos, by its nature, is a delicate state. It precedes and follows change, all change no matter how big or small. In addition, even a subtle shift during a state of chaos can ultimately have huge impact. This is why such states - states that seem totally random with no order or direction in which the most subtle of shifts can generate profound change - are called chaos.

While these futures and these crises are converging, during the chaos, all sorts of choices and decisions are being made. Those choices and decisions produce subtle shifts. What will be the impact? What changes will eventually emerge from those subtle shifts in the domain of chaos?

I now understand more fully why Lazaris spoke of October as a time to be cautious. With the raging political conflicts, internationally and nationally, it seems too easy to make choices and decisions that are fraught with hidden agendas and riddled with hasty and sometimes irrational shortsightedness. It seems too easy to build choices and decisions upon an armature of constricting emotions: anger, fear, hurt, blame, revenge.

Change begins with me. I need to be cautious with my choices now and with my decisions. Then I can work my magic to dream that others are also being cautious. I can make a map of cautious choice, and I can dream that others find such maps for themselves.

To this end, I am being quiet, and in the stillness, I quietly make my choices. I work to weed out any of my hidden agendas and to weave in a bit of wisdom: seeing the bigger picture without losing sight of the current one; reaching beyond logic and reason without losing touch with either, and letting my imagination be wild and wonderful without losing my tether to the rational.

In the quiet, I am working on my vision of my future. I expand my image and sense myself in my future as my world becomes new.

My choices. That comes first. Then I am working magic on the impact - the affect and the effect - of the choices and decisions others are making. Perhaps I cannot change their choices, but I can change the impact of those choices in accordance and compliance with my will, my imagination, and my love. I am a magician. I can work magic.

My vision. This also comes first, and then I work my magic to build a vision for the world. From my world becoming new, I envision the world being new. I don't know the details of what happens between "here and now" and "there and then." I don't need to detail in the Between of worlds. Somewhere in the Between of "here and now," magic happens. Beyond the Between, there is the "there and then". Magic happens. I am okay with that.

I am quiet, but I am very busy working my magic of dreaming others waking up with caution, of working my magic of change, and of infusing my choices and decisions and the choices and decisions of others with wisdom.

Right now, this is how it seems to me.

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