About selling Abraham-Hicks… Excited by my first brush with Abraham-Hicks, pacing around that airport in Buffalo, waiting for my delayed flight, I searched for more when I was back in New York. I went to the website and found the skimpy biographies.
Estimated reading time: 4 minutes
Following is an excerpt from Jerry and Esther Hicks’ Spiritual Money Tree.
Years after Jerry Hicks’ death, their website continued to say what it said on the day he died: the fun-loving couple rides around America in their “monster bus,” and Jerry romps through his “celebrity bio” type history, more alive than men half his age.
The website, at least, spared him the months in bed fighting leukemia and his invisible death in November, 2011. The fictions expand. Also unchanged is the determined, but confusing Synopsis of Abraham-Hicks’ Teachings.
Even the title is strange, since “Abraham-Hicks” is not the collective of nonphysical teachers but the corporate name for the business. Freudian slip? Maybe. But careless, certainly.
The synopsis consists of twelve declarations and an intriguing post script. Posted twice in slightly different versions, they are fleshed out with detail in one. The oddest thing about them is that they read like they’d been tossed off quickly, without editing, declaring truths that never make much sense, a catch basin of ideas so broad anyone can land, where you’d expect clarity and cohesion.
When I bought my first few Abraham-Hicks books, the points where Jerry jumped in with original content of his own — while claiming it was all Abraham — were obvious. Rather than passionate and inspiring, Jerry is dull, repetitive and pedantic. It has a listen to me tone.
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The synopsis has the thudding, stuck in the past quality of Jerry’s work.
Sentence structure is sloppy, punctuation chaotic. For no obvious reason, each tenet of faith concludes with a kind of affirmation caged off in parenthesis.
It’s as if the writer wants to implant memes but doesn’t know when to stop. Let’s take a look at the first of Abraham-Hicks’s teachings…
#1 You Are a Physical Extension of That Which Is Non-Physical
Esther uses “Source” as a substitute for God. And it’s in service of the well-known cliche about God not being finished with us yet. With a twist.
In this version, we are not finished acting out God’s mission, bringing heaven to earth on the leading edge of thought. We do this by seeking more of what feels good to us, more of what’s “fresh and gloriously uplifting.”
We take no action. It’s more like daydreaming, shoving aside what’s less pleasing. The mechanics of action come up briefly later, but for now, the leading edge of thought is nothing more than fishing around for what feels good when you get it in your head.
Throughout, there is little reference to how your fantasies become realities, which must at times involve other people and their own “leading edge” thoughts. Messy or confusing details of how it all works are never explained.
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How did daydreaming about feeling good become “the leading edge of thought?”
The big questions philosophers have wrestled with for centuries: Who are we? Where do we stand in the universe? Why are we born, only to die? — These are unimportant with Abraham-Hicks.
We serve God, bringing heaven to Earth, by seeking thoughts that feel good. That’s it.
Okay, this sounds not just stupid, but shallow and self-indulgent. So much context critical to a fulfilled life is missing, but that, you assume, will get cleared up in the next eleven declarations.
But, no, it doesn’t.
It gets crazier.
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