Tomorrow, we’ll be on the H20 network with Dia, at 1 p.m. EST, to talk about Aliens in the Backyard. Hope you’ll join us!
+++
Megan and I attended an Abraham/Hicks conference today (March 7), the first I’ve been to since the death of Esther’s husband, Jerry, about a year and a half ago. We arrived an hour early so we could get good seats and ended up in the fourth row. We had a perfect view of the “ hot seat,” where members of the audience sit when Abraham picks them to come forward with their questions.
The workshop started promptly at nine a.m. and the instant Esther strolled out in her stocking feet, the audience gave her a standing ovation and cheered. She greeted everyone hello, then shut her eyes, bowed her head, altered her breathing, and went into an altered state. When her eyes opened again, Abraham started talking.
At one point, he said that when Esther was on her way to the hotel the day before, she felt Jerry around, felt him appreciating the beauty of the South Florida landscape – the palm trees, the vast blue sky, the perfect weather. Esther, he said, began to miss him terribly. Even though she is aware of his spirit’s presence, she missed talking to him, exchanging ideas, interacting with him in the physical universe.
So Esther got checked in at the hotel and went to her room. As she was opening the door, she heard noise inside and wondered if the room was occupied. The door swung open and she saw that the room was empty. But out there on her balcony, perched on the back of a chair, was a large black bird just chattering away. It remained there for fifteen or twenty minutes, staring in at her, and she stood there listening to it, watching it, and knew it was Jerry, talking to her.
Birds often act as messengers between the living and the dead and this story certainly seems to fall into that category.
Abraham explained this as a coincidence, in which the bird picked up Jerry’s impulse to speak to Esther, and was attracted to her desire to speak to him, and found the right chair, on the right balcony. And Esther, Abraham said, was attuned to her need for communication with Jerry. For us, it’s a perfect example of spirit communication through synchronicity. Whatever you call it, whatever label you give it, the end result is the same: Esther recognized what it was.
Yesterday I was listening to a clip from a Abraham Hicks workshop and Esther was telling a story about how she had just ordered furniture and it had arrived. As she was walking around her house and thinking about how Jerry had always liked clean lines and had told her not to “junk” the place up her car alarm sounded! She knew it was Jerry. She also in another clipped relayed a story about of friend of hers who had phoned her about an important issue (don’t remember the issue at hand) and out of nowhere an owl flew into a tree in her yard. She had never seen an owl in her yard at anytime before but she knew the owl was sent as a message to give to the woman.
Love the Abraham Hicks and happy you got to see her . I hope to someday as well.
The energy in the room at the end of that conference was so electrical you could feel it. Good stories, Becky.
My whole blog started because of a bird ‘coincidence’ ,which I still to this day feel was heaven sent in some strange way.
https://brizdazz.blogspot.com.au/2011/03/bird-that-flew-into-window.html
I never wanted to start blogging personal stories as I don’t really feel comfortable
(and I know my family definitely don’t feel comfortable,not that they know of me sharing my thoughts on a blog) sharing my life and thoughts with the world…in fact I still don’t.
But something tells me it’s important for others to hear my rants,for some reason,even if it is only a small audience…or a big one.
Who knows how far a ripple can travel in a big pond ?
I’m glad that bird showed up, Daz. I love your blog.
A long time ago I shared here on the blog, the story of the little bluebird who sat on my Dad’s hospital windowsill at Emory, singing his heart out all day, even during a thunderstorm, the day of the evening my Dad died. The little bluebird flew away with Dad. Later, my Mom wrote a eulogy for Dad in which she quoted, from the King James version of the Bible,
“FOR A BIRD OF THE AIR SHALL CARRY THE VOICE, AND THAT WHICH HATH WINGS SHALL TELL THE MATTER”. Ecclesiastes 10:20
What a loving experience of comfort for Esther. Thank you for sharing. Mike, I receive messages from Spirit not only from our fine feathered friends, as my Mom called birds, but also from yellow butterflies. And they appear out of their seasons, so I recognize them as the messengers that they are.
One of my favorites, Math.
“Esther recognized what it was” – and that’s what matters. I’ve just finished a post moments ago, for sometime next week, where the messenger is a butterfly – the person concerned is certain it was his son (especially as butterflies aren’t around at the time of the year he had his visit)
Butterflies! I love it. Can’t wait to see that one.
Here’s another butterfly coincidence.
I found this clip of Tim Freke
and butterflies yesterday
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nzIWpsjJfK8
when I was looking for Tim Freke clips in a post I was doing in response,more or less,to one of Mike’s posts from the other day.
https://brizdazz.blogspot.com.au/2013/03/cast-list-in-movie-of-your-life.html
I didn’t end up using the butterfly clip,but held on to it as I knew (gut feeling) that I would want it in the not too distant future…like maybe now.-)
Thanks for the link. Butterfly synchros are so often powerful