Dear Friends,

A body worker recently told me that my chakras seemed in need of balancing, I laughingly said to her, “I think they are laying around in drawers right now.” All kidding aside, though, they did seem rather far away from me. Where were my chakras, anyway? I imagined them tucked away, not a part of me anymore (although of course they were) and perhaps even bruised.

Many remember the Saturday night healing tradition at workshops where Lazaris, along with our Higher Selves, replaced our chakra centers. Lazaris described those centers in vivid terms to point out that they…

In our online discussion community, A Sacred Place Where Magicians Gather, we are embarking on our 7-day Solstice ritual. The first day was about ending patterns and it brought to mind the magic of receiving, in part because of something I shared there:

An Excerpt from Alisonn's post:

"This first day of the Solstice ritual is about ending patterns. One of the things that came up for me as I pondered this is ending the pattern of trying to do everything myself rather than receiving. In some ways it feels so deeply ingrained that it was hard to see…

Dear Friends,

With all the chaos happening in our current world, it can be easy to feel that we need to lean heavily on “doing” energy. As Lazaris has often talked about, though, there is so much magic to be found in “being.” It can be a way to not only replenish our magic when it is feeling depleted, but to allow deeper magic and change in.

Alisonn wrote of her experiences with pause recently in our online discussion community:

An Excerpt from Alisonn's post:

"When I surrendered to the stillness and that space was created, more of who I…

(by Alisonn Rose)

When I was around 7 or 8, a feeling would come over me, more of a question, really: Who was I before this?

The question wasn't more defined than that, but it would cause such "hard thinking" that I would almost give myself headaches. A smell or a sound would trigger these questions, or sometimes, someone's smile, laugh, or voice. I know I was someone else, it's important to remember, I would think ... and then a veil would slide over the thought.

I remember that the veil was a bright blood-red, covering everything like a velvet…