One of my most influential teachers.
I always return to her.
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Do you really want to eat all the food that you will ever eat forevermore, right now? — Abraham-Hicks
20+ years of working in the WOO world industry, I always return to the teachings of Abraham-Hicks.
Long ago, a new friend suggested I go see an off-grid, wise woman shaman who lived on hundreds of acres in the forest. It was very word-of-mouth to find this person. I had just entered the woo world; namely, gave up a successful teaching career to start the exploration of my intuitive gifts. I still considered myself then the VERY reluctant Tarot reader — yet the suggestion was so weird and intriguing enough that I agreed. A shaman? What was that? At least she was an artist and licensed acupuncturist — otherwise, it was unlikely I ever would have gone. I was a normal, realistic person — I wasn’t going to get tied up in any crazy stuff!
You have to understand: I may have experienced several alternative therapies before then (Reiki, acupuncture, hands on healing) but seeing a shaman was way out of my comfort zone. Way. Anything that had to do with spirits or the “occult” was not where I wanted to be, thanks to my fearful Christian background that still affected my psyche, like it or not. I may have had my own personal visions but never considered them “occult”. They were just powerful dreams, startling and prescient. If I had known then what I know now . . . I probably would have run from it all.
But that’s the mysterious, compelling nature of this path. Say yes and you never know where it might take you.
I walked 1/4 mile from the dirt parking lot to an off-grid, cozy cabin where she lived with her family. Warm and welcoming, she offered hot herbal tea from her gardens and we sat for a chat in her kitchen. Not scary at all, much like hanging with a crunchy, hippie yogi who just stepped off the bus — maybe she was still on . . . who knew?
The tough city girl still lingered so I was completely in control, in control, in control. I probably wouldn’t believe a bit of it — but listened with curiosity. There was enough skepticism, religious fear and dismissiveness to protect from whatever might occur — and as I had already lived through a “deliverance session” in Christian college for my rampant homosexuality, I wouldn’t let anyone have control over me again. Ever.
She wasn’t there to scare me. She was there to help me heal.
I remember walking back on the thready trail to my car after our session. My body trembled and trembled. I wasn’t afraid, exactly — it was more like I had been out in the cold too long and couldn’t get warm. I shook and trembled all the way back to my house — which now I see as a great emotional release — but then, it felt out of control. Maybe there was something wrong with me. Maybe I was sick. Maybe she did something to me!
None of that was true — but part of the ongoing process of initiation. I could give it all up — or continue walking to my destiny. Fortunately, I trusted her enough to continue visiting until there was a greater understanding of who I was becoming — the next iteration of self.
During one of those visits, she introduced me to Abraham-Hicks.
My teacher kept explaining that thoughts create reality or what we think, we believe. She emphasized that we were all about vibration which I thought was just kooky woo stuff. Though she was a great healer, I simply could not believe that someone born into terrible circumstances chose that. Created every step of their reality. Yah, right!
Later on, I remembered my childhood. The enhanced version, as seen through adult eyes. Hm, I thought. Maybe she has a point.
At the time, I viewed my teacher as an out-there hippie with wild teachings — which she confirmed by handing me an early Abraham-Hicks CD. This woman Esther Hicks channelled some collective named Abraham. Uh, oh — here we go again with all that occultic stuff! Can’t we just stick to my physical healing? Just fix that — it’s not really connected to my emotions or me creating my reality! Just fix my broken heart and sore back and depression and resentment. It was all their (whomever’s) fault. Make me happy! Tell me the plan! You fix it!
It took a long time — and a lot of dismantlement — to believe that I create my experience. My reality. My happiness — or lack thereof. Do I believe it now? Yes.
Abraham-Hicks was a big part of that re-construction. The message of frequency/vibration didn’t originate from A-H but I like how she delivers it in a fresh and original way. Even the Bible said, As a (wo)man thinks in her heart, so is (s)he (Proverbs 23:7). I’ve listened/met/read many, many teachers and most of the famous WOO books — but I always return to Abraham-Hicks for her wisdom and sense of humor.
If I’m not laughing, no teacher is worth my time.
This is a wonderful video from the earlier years — and around the 13:25 mark, she goes into a rampage of love that is one of the best I’ve heard from A-H.