By Sasha Fenton
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Published May 2009 (Paperback) Sterling Publishing
The pages are a sleek white. The font, an easy san serif. Even the feel of the book contributes to its message — balancing. Smooth. Lovely. Simply Chakras by Sasha Fenton makes familiar, the mysterious. Which is good, because I have a mystery I want solved.
Turns out we each have 78-thousand chakras in our bodies. We need only concern ourselves with the major seven. The first two, at the bottom of our spine, have to do with sexuality, the base and the sacral, one more male, the other more female. The next two chakras are the solar plexus and slightly north of that, the heart. We balance off what lies below and send it through the filter, the throat. The brow, also known as the Third Eye, and the crown, connect us with the spiritual. This system has been vibrant for nearly four-thousand years, and it’s compatible with nearly every philosophical, religious, and spiritual view known to humankind.
What makes me curious is a vision a few years ago I had while dancing, just a few months after I got the diagnosis of diabetes, type 2. During that three-year period, I was dancing three hours a day, midday, after my early morning news anchor shift. I got divorced, my two kids left home, and my dog died…oh, and then I got laid off from my CBS station along with the rest of the “talent”, when the station changed format, and played only music — no talent — for about six months. I certainly worked-out enough, but, clearly, I was out of balance. I think stress toppled me, and I got diagnosed with diabetes — this, with 14-percent body fat. (Now, I’m up to 20.)
So, back to the vision. I’m dancing. It’s a meditative mood, after two-and-a-half hours of step, weights, hip-hop, and yoga. Our eyes are closed. The music is calm and flowing. We are calm and flowing. Suddenly — eyes closed — I see on the scrim inside my mind, my pancreas, lying there like a peanut on its side, and at the base of it, the colors of the rainbow. And I hear the diabetes is due to the lack of sweetness in your childhood. Red. Orange. Yellow. Green. Blue. Indigo. Violet. I see in the colors the message that I must get back into balance.
The throat chakra corresponds to communication, and it is just during this period of time, that I kept losing my voice. Just as I was beginning to heal from the sexual trauma during my childhood. That message to keep the family secrets was buried deep inside my body. When I began to speak, my voice literally went away. My throat chakra was out of whack. My base chakra certainly had been ravaged, but Fenton’s book says this chakra relates to dance and the joy of moving to music, so I may have been drawn to the one balancing I really needed.
It also seems my solar plexus chakra — which is designed to be empowering — has been weakened. Among other organs, this chakra rules the pancreas. The prescription appears to be bolstering self-confidence and self-worth. Oh, and solar plexus is ruled by Leo. Not so coincidentally, with a birthday on July 28th, that’s my sign.
The official remedies — to balancing out the chakras — are hypnotherapy, healing techniques such as aromatherapy, also reflexology, acupuncture and acupressure. The simple book is a doorway to healing.
