Hooked by Abraham Hicks

One of my favourite inspirational teachers is Abraham Hicks. I found his teachings on Youtube some time ago and I have been an avid listener since then but not before I had to get over my initial feeling of here-we-go-again, another one, with another message. My story to Abraham and Esther is quite similar to the story my friend, Alex told me about the ‘Art of catching Gar’.

The garfish or garpike is found in many of the world’s oceans and seas including the Caribbean and is usually caught during the summer months. So for a short time of the year, you will find fried gar in almost every village shop. From around mid-morning, you can buy your fried gar and johnnycakes with some Caribbean hot sauce on the side.

“What does this have to do with Abraham Hicks?” you begin to wonder but bear with me, I will bring it together, I could not resist plugging a little of our Caribbean food culture into the mix.

So back to Alex’s story; he is an avid land fisherman, meaning he fish from on the sandy shore or from any outcropping found near the shore overlooking the seawater. He is afraid of going on small boats but you will never know since Alex always has the tallest tales about his fishing adventures. This one he told me is true, he says.

One morning he planned to go fishing. He had time on his hand since he was not working owing to the corona situation and all hotels on the island are closed. He was a greeter at a local establishment and has been out of work for over four months but looking at Alex you would never guess he was unemployed and struggling to make ends meet. Whenever he sees you, he always gives you the biggest, most genuine smile. With large, straight white teeth against smooth skin, tanned to a beautiful dark brown under the hot Caribbean sun, Alex made the perfect greeter. When he shakes your hand and smiles are you, you feel like your vacation has just begun.

So he grabbed his fishing line, a small cooler, hat, and gloves and drove off to his favorite spot, some rocks under a craggy cliff along the southernmost tip of the island. He was planning on some fried gar for his evening meal. Alex settled into his spot while glancing across the ocean, looking for a sign of his prey. There was a school of small fry with two larger fish following them. It was a good sign, fish was in the area and so gar was out there. He quickly put several hooks on the end of his line, added his bait, and did what he called his famous ‘twist and long-throw’, quickly setting his line in the water and settled in for the wait.

Fishing is a waiting game but today he did not have to wait for long, he felt a tug. Alex’s eyes lit up, not even two minutes had passed and he already had a bite. He saw the long shiny body of what he reported was the biggest, fattest, longest gar he ever saw in his life. It danced in the water, lifting its head and staring at him with a hint of mockery in its eyes as if to say, “Not today, partner."

Alex knew gar, he says that they are one of the most intelligent fish in the water, they are not caught easily, they will play and play but never swallow the hook. You had to be patient and give them line to run. Alex had the time and he had the line.

The fish acted as if it knew it was a great catch. It swam and danced, tugged at the line and then let it go, it played with Alex and Alex played back. He just continued to give it line. Alex said the fish swam out to nearly as far as the neigbouring island, (which was almost three miles away, mind you) and came back. It frolicked and played but it was clear that it was hungry for what was on the bait but was not trusting. It seemed like the bait had to prove itself worthy of being swallowed. The fish was easily twenty pounds which was huge for a garpike. Alex would have food for days.

Suddenly there was a high pitch scream and loud splash and Alex was off the rocks and in the water. The fish had pulled Alex into the sea and was heading out into deep water with him still holding onto his line. As Alex reported the story, firstly he did not know how his head was not cracked opened when he fell off the rock, and secondly, he did not know how he did not reach the next island that day while being pulled by the fish! He claimed to have grabbed into a piece of reef, and with the fishing line still in hand, braced himself and waited.
He said he felt the swallow, the bait was in, the hook was down and he was able to reel in his catch. My friend said he never understood why it did not fight to come in, it was like it said, “ok, you got me, you win, take the prize”.

Alex, pulling the fish, soon made it to the nearshore, and soon as he felt the safety of solid ground under his feet, he turned to look at his catch. It was the most beautiful fish he had ever caught; this made him smile broadly.

The most amazing part of the story was when he said that the fish turned its head, looked at him, winked, and returned the smile. My friend Alex swears on the graves of his ancestors that the story is true.

This was my experience with Abraham Hicks and Esther’s teachings. I recall first seeing a video on YouTube, at a time when I was doing some serious searching and going through a traumatic awakening experience. After listening to a few seconds, I clicked to something else. I was not convinced of what I was hearing. A few weeks later, another video popped into my feed and again I clicked off after listening for a little while. I was not interested in another story by another guru.

I was the child that at nine years old, cover my ears at church because the message just did not resonate with me. Mind you, I am not saying anything is wrong with the message of Christ. I believe he was a great leader and teacher and any belief that has a major tenet, loving your brother as yourself, must have some truth in it.

But it was not to be my story.

There was something else for me to follow that was going to speak to the me in me, my inner self, that divine part that connects me to the greater than me that is a part of me.
I was the fish, playing with the bait, testing, and trying to determine whether it was worthy of the swallow. The next time an Abraham video appeared in my feed, I listened for more than a few minutes, I listened all nine minutes and five seconds of it and that was it.

The teachings of Abraham and Esther have contributed greatly to my spiritual renewal process. Those three guys who created this YouTube service were part of a master plan, though they might not have known it at the time.

How else would persons like me, living on tiny islands in the middle of great seas, be afforded the opportunity to get hooked by Abraham?