You can feel the call. Something inside you whispers that there’s another way to live… more real, more profound, more yours. Maybe today you feel disconnected. You do everything you’re “supposed” to, but something deep inside screams for truth. You’re tired of holding it all together through sheer strength, of pretending everything is fine. Your soul is asking for soul. And here you are.
Jaguart Serenity didn’t find you by chance. This space was created for you — for your sensitivity, your shadow, and the light within you that has yet to fully shine.
Here we honor what hurts and what blooms. Here we remember that beauty is medicine — and that your life, too, can become a ritual.
You weren’t born to fit in. You were born to awaken.
Start with what already lives inside you — your story, your emotions, your gifts — and from there, begin to create, to choose, to heal. You won’t always know where you’re going, but your intuition knows. Your body knows. Your heart beats with an invisible guidance. Trust that pulse.
Your path is a dance between your intention and the divine. A masterpiece in progress — brushstroke by brushstroke, night by night, rebirth by rebirth.
And in the end, your life will be more magical than you
I’m Alisha Lizbeth, and for a long time I felt lost. I knew there was a fire within me, but I didn’t know how to channel it. I tried paths that didn’t resonate, forced myself into molds that dishonored my sensitivity… and ended up exhausted, frustrated, feeling out of place.
There was external pressure — and even more internal pressure — to succeed, meet expectations, to “do it right.” But something inside me was shouting: this isn’t everything. This isn’t my path.
So I made a decision: I wouldn’t settle for a life that didn’t set my soul on fire.
I began exploring what truly made me come alive. I created, experimented, failed, learned, bloomed. I knocked on doors, opened portals, traveled inward… and outward too. Every step, every fall, every achievement led me back to myself.
The beginning of this new path was a very special book: How to Heal a Broken Heart, the first one I wrote from my depths. I shared my story, my wound, and how I gathered the shattered pieces of my heart — one by one — and turned them into medicine.
And that’s when I knew I couldn’t keep this to myself. Because if I had found my way back from pain, other women could too. That was the call: to turn my story into a path, my healing into service, and my sensitivity into medicine for others.
That was the first heartbeat of Jaguart Serenity.
Once, I felt broken.
Today, I’m a woman who turned her pain into purpose, her sensitivity into power, and her story into sacred art.
I’m not interested in defining myself by titles, roles, or labels that confine the soul.
I’d rather you recognize me for what I truly am: A woman who has fallen into the abyss, trembled in the dark, felt her heart shatter in silence, and her soul burn searching for meaning.
But I’m also the woman who chose to rise. Not because everything is solved, but because the voice inside my chest is louder than fear. And that voice — today — is my medicine.
Since I was a little girl, writing has been my sacred refuge. I would write endless letters to the Three Wise Men — confessional, raw, dreamy — like messages in a bottle thrown to the gods.
There, no one judged me. It was pure truth. Over time I became a journalist, a screenwriter, an editor… But above all, I’m a soul writer — the kind who writes with candles lit, lavender in the air, real tears, and faith between her hands.
I come from a lineage where rituals weren’t trends — they were living memory.
I grew up among Día de Muertos altars, candles lit with intention, and women who healed with plants, silence, and prayer. So when my world broke inside me, I didn’t search outward — I returned to the fire. I returned to writing. I returned to myself.
Today, I channel everything I’ve lived — the shadows, the visions, the dawns by the sea — into rituals, scents, stones, meditations, and words. I’m also the woman who finds inspiration by the ocean, who finds calm in the purr of a cat, who remembers her freedom every time she travels with an open soul. I no longer doubt: the soul heals when you listen, when you honor it, when you allow medicine to speak through you.
I’ve created Jaguart Serenity as a digital sanctuary for the feminine soul. A temple built with scars, visions, and fire. Here, art, words, and ritual come together to guide you back home to yourself.
Many of the rituals I share were born on nights of silence and tears. Others, on days of light and certainty. All have been lived, felt, and alchemized.
Jaguart Serenity is not just a brand. It’s a refuge for the woman who smiles, but inside is exhausted from pretending everything is fine. For the one still carrying invisible wounds, unsure how to return to herself. For you — who senses there’s something more, and are ready to remember. Here, you don’t need to have answers. Only presence. This is a sanctuary to breathe deeply, honor your truth, and begin to heal with beauty and soul. Here you’ll find real tools to face what hurts — with love: emotional rituals, medicine words, reconnection resources, and practices that guide you back to your essence.
Healing, reconnection, and conscious abundance. All of this lives here, waiting for you.
Jaguart Serenity is an invitation to honor your sensitivity as strength, your story as seed, and your life as sacred creation. You don’t have to do it alone. You’re not broken. Inside you, there’s a temple you haven’t fully inhabited yet. Jaguart Serenity is the key.
Your sensitivity isn’t weakness — it’s your sacred compass. What others call fragility is, in you, an ancestral gift: the ability to perceive the invisible, to turn darkness into light, and to heal through feeling. Your sensitivity connects you to the deep, the human, and the divine. You weren’t born to harden yourself but to remember that your sensitive soul is medicine for this world. Don’t hide it. Don’t silence it. Embrace it as part of your spiritual lineage — a way of seeing, creating, and guiding from the heart.
This is your space. Your pause. Your reminder that living can also be an art — and you are the artist who honors it, step by step.
