Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Abraham: Letting Go Of The Oars=Going General

Such a long time since I last posted. It's been a busy year and it's been a good one, too. I am reveling in the new information we are receiving through Abraham about Esther's experiences with Jerry in his pure positive energy form. It's heartwarming and lovely to hear the stories of how he communicates with Esther using seemingly mundane circumstances and events. I love the one about Esther's unplanned (and somewhat unwelcome) trip to a drive-through that lined her up with a van bearing a huge sign professing Jerry's love for her. 

And while the new metaphor of the grid seemed somewhat elusive to me in the beginning, I am appreciating its utility as a teaching tool as I catch on to it a little more all the time. I'm enjoying the expansion of the understanding of the grid provided by the questions from brilliant leading-edge thinkers in the hot seat at the Abraham gatherings. In the following YouTube clip, the hot-seater makes a connection that I hadn't really thought about. When I began listening, "letting go of the oars" was one of the phrases that Abraham used to convey the notion of letting go of trying to control circumstances and events in our lives. This clip starts out with what I think is a cool interpretation of that phrase. It's also just a wonderful clip all around:

So, enjoy, appreciate and pre-pave. I'm planning to take my phone to my room tonight so that the first thing I do upon awakening is one of the guided meditations from the "Getting Into The Vortex" CD. And before I go to sleep, I'm going to go very general as Abraham advises and sweep away any worrisome thoughts with statements like:

"I don't have to think about that right now." 
"Things always work out for me." 
"I'm doing that thing that I do. Aren't I precious?"

I'm going to look for the best feeling places in my body and focus on the hum of my being as I drift into the theta state. As I pre-pave here on the page I am experiencing a warm buzz on my skull in the area where Caesar's laurel wreath might have touched his head. It's almost like my scalp is hugging that area. Extremely pleasant.