the law of love

Today in the United States, we honor a man who gave of himself, lit a path of love and changed our world. In the Episcopal Church, Martin Luther King is venerated as a saint. (I believe this is also true in the Lutheran Church.) So it seems fitting to me, as a recently returned Episcopalian* and a citizen of this country, to write about something today that has been on my mind.

You know that I am not a big fan of the Secret, but I am a fan of Abraham Hicks. I mention the law of attraction here. I post videos of Esther channeling Abraham and I use the word manifest. I talk about my dream boards and I practice creative dreaming.

I also talk about reaping what you sow, how what you do comes back to you, how the energies and actions we put forth into the world are returned to us.

There is value and truth in all of that discussion.

But there is a law that trumps all of it. It trumps everything. Its name is Love.

I have incorporated the Abraham-Hicks teachings into my life and have seen incredible, mind-blowing change as a result. I have adopted law of attraction principles and practices and felt them work in my life in profound and seemingly magical ways.

But my heart hurts when I hear people talk about these practices with fear: I’m afraid of what I’m creating in my life with all this worry. I’m afraid I may have caused such and such…Because I believe there is nothing fear.

And it hurts in a different way when I hear people, especially people who work in the field of energy and intuition, dismiss another’s pain as something that person has brought on to him or herself. And it hurts when I hear people tossing around the concept of karma as if it’s some cosmic justice system, as if it is punishment.

I know what it’s like to live with crushing anxiety.

I know what it’s like to feel hopeless and defeated and terrified.

And I know what saved me. I know what transformed my life and continues to transform it.

There is an energy in this world, it is in our breath and the core of our cells. It is powerful, courageous and bottomless. It doesn’t matter whether or not you go to church or whether or not you believe in god:

Love heals. Love protects. Love is outrageous in its ability to transform.

All you ever really need to know or to do is open your heart, just the tiniest crack, and ask for it to come in.

It knows no judgement. It doesn’t care where you’ve come from or what you’ve done.

Sometimes it looks like Saint Michael with his sword, sometimes it looks like the seated Buddha, sometimes it is the tender undulation of a candle flame or the crashing of a wave. It is the hand of a friend, or a stranger, reaching for you when you think you are alone. It is the bird that lands on your windowsill. It is forgiveness and release. It is the person passing on the sidewalk who smiles and says hello. It is small and gigantic. Fear is no match for it, not even close.

If you feel stuck, when you are burdened, if it looks dark out and you can’t find your way, love can locate you and see you home.

It’s all that’s truly asked of us in our endeavors. If all you ever do in your life is love another person, you will have lived with purpose.

Love knows that you matter.

So, as you endeavor to attract your dreams unto you; as you shift your thoughts to create your life; please know that you are safe. Know that you can call on angels to surround you with light (whether you believe in them or not). Please know that you are never stuck, never alone and always able to begin again from wherever you are, no matter what you have done, said or thought.

It is my wish as I live my life, that my heart opens wider and wider. Make me kinder, more compassionate. Show me how to serve in big, radical love.

I don’t think there is anything more important than that.

I think of love as something strong that organizes itself in powerful direct action. – Martin Luther King, Jr.

Thank you, Dr. King.

*I promise to tell you about this soon.

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