November 24th, 2010:  Like My Harley 1200 Sportster Custom

 I had the amazing opportunity to talk with Abraham (see insert) directly while cruising with Jerry and Esther Hicks in Tahiti.  That puts me in nearly celebrity status in some circles.  I’ll take it.  It took a lot for me to get myself into that chair to talk with Abraham.  Their vibration is so high that my teeth were buzzing just sitting there.  But the love coming off of them is so amazing I carried it for days.

So I asked Abraham about fear.  I had been having a difficult time with anxiety.   I’m still learning from their response to me.  Fear is only an indicator .  It doesn’t mean than there is something wrong with me.  It is my indication that I am not up to speed with my
Source energy…that there is a squeezing off between my physical me which I like to call mini-me and my Source which is the bigger part of me.  Abraham said that if I could have asked them a question it would have been, “Abraham, I am experiencing new energy which I can’t handle yet and I don’t know what to do.”

Basically they told me that I would get used to it in time and all will be well.  I was reminded of my learning how to ride my Harley.  Jesus was that an adventure!  I’m surprised I’m still alive with all of my limbs. 

 I took a class and learned to ride on a Honda 125…less that a sewing machine next to my 1200.  I went directly from 125 whatever to 1200 whatever and was scared shitless!  I practiced and practiced off road, turning, shifting gears, stopping, starting, shifting, turning.  It was fun but terrifying.  Then I took it out on the road and that was fun/scarey.

Then came the day when I had to ride it in from Germantown, WI where it was being stored to the Eastside of Milwaukee…about a 45 minute ride.  I had the route all mapped out to bypass the freeway.  And I did it!  Wow. 

 I’ve been riding for about 12 years now and the bike is a part of me.  I don’t usually think about what I’m doing, it just flows.

 Learning to handle my own bad ass energy is a bit similar.  I’m learning to shift, adjust, raise, turn, hold, let go until I feel like I’m really gaining some competence.

 And the greatest part of all…just like with my Harley.  I’m the one who is at the controls.  No one else rides my energy but me.  I shift my own gears, I raise my own energy, I feel good and it’s not dependent on anyone or anything else.  That is freedom.  I know that I have the keys to my own energy just like the keys to my Harley.  Congress doesn’t have them either, nor does North Korea, nor does my daughter.

 Happy riding, With Love, Connie