Joan Peck - The Seven Major Chakras - Keeping It Simple

The Seven Major Chakras

Keeping It Simple

Joan S. Peck

The Seven Major Chakras: Keeping It Simple by Joan S. Peck

Copyright 2009 Joan Peck ISBN: 978-0-9824607-3-3

First Edition: April 2009

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One: Brief History of Chakras ...................................... 1

Two: First Chakra - Root ............................................... 3

Three: Second Chakra Belly (Sacral) ..................... 5

Four: Third Chakra Solar Plexus .............................. 7

Five: Fourth Chakra Heart ......................................... 9

Six: Fifth Chakra Throat ........................................... 11

Seven: Sixth Chakra Third Eye .............................. 13

Eight: Seventh Chakra Crown ................................ 15

Nine: Discovering Your Own Dominant Chakra(s) ................ 17

Ten: Healing Colors and Essential Oils for Each Chakra . 24 Eleven: How to Care and Cleanse Crystals ................ 30

Twelve: Simple Meditations to Balance the Chakras ................ 34

Thirteen: Your Own Practice Workbook .................. 38

Bibliography ................................................................... 45

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Dedication

This book is dedicated to my three children: My daughters Jennifer and Shelly, and my son, Jay, who died in 2005.

You three are the best part of me.

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Acknowledgements

First and foremost, I want to thank all the authors who are listed in my Bibliography. Much of my book is their work that I have gathered for my primer, The Seven Major Chakras Keeping it Simple. They humble me with all their detail and knowledge; I am forever grateful to them.

I have been so blessed throughout my life with friends who are kindred spirits, who have been there for me, encouraging me to stretch and grow. I send each of you blessings; you know who you are. Know, too, that I feel blessed having you in my life; you are my living angels.

I was so pleased to meet Tony Stubbs, an author in his own right of many books that continue to be read, especially his An Ascension Handbook. I am forever appreciative that Tony, as my editor, has taken this inexperienced author and helped her step-by-step on how to get a book published.

I am proud to have shared my book with those who have acknowledged their reading of it with positive comments that you find on the back cover. Each of these professionals has accomplished much spiritually and I am honored to call them friends.

And so we begin another journey together ...

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Preface

I relate growing up in the late 1940s and in the 1950s as a time period of little independent thought or to be more accurate a time period of following the rules societys rules, that is. It was after the war had ended and people were happy to have it over and done with, and their men back home, ready to get back to the schedules that made us all feel se- cure. Along with that came the return of the womans du- ties that were taught and touted in schoolbooks in home economic classes and sometimes reaffirmed in church classes. One of the school books we used in our Home EC class in- structed us that, as wives, we had a duty to get dressed up, put on lipstick and make ourselves presentable for our husbands when they waltzed in the door after a days work, so that they could have the fine dinner they had earned, along with the attention and service they also deserved.

For many of us of that era, we were taught and expected

to fulfill these duties and concentrate on the needs of others, whether it be our husband, children, parents, extended family members, or even acknowledged as the caretaker of the family pet, the dogs mother! Although the intentions may have been good, much of this type of teaching and expectations left many of us confused and lost. Was this really our role in life? Were our only choices to be a wife, teacher, secretary or nurse? Why did I feel so unfulfilled?

I would periodically think back on the time in my life that as a child I had choked and couldnt catch my breath, and thought that I was going to die. I clearly remember the bright light, bells ringing, beautiful music and bright, bright colors. I also remember the sense of peace and calm that came over me and it was almost disappointing to have my neighbor whack me repeatedly on the back until I could

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catch my breath. I had raked in air while trying to breathe and it had made me hoarse for several days ... a constant reminder that Id had a glimpse of something greater, something more. So what did it mean? Why did I always carry this image with me and pull it out whenever I felt low or un- happy?

I was in an unhappy, abusive marriage that involved our three children. Things just didnt make sense to me. Life was nowhere near the ... and they lived happily ever after. So I started to seek out people to better understand life in the spiritual sense. I began to grasp that I was on my own journey, that life itself was a journey. I learned we are all one and that the most important thing in life is love. Love of all kinds, not just between a man and a woman, not just sexual love. Knowing this, however, didnt help me much when the one love I most struggled with was love of my body and appreciation for who I was.