The angels of abundance, Part 1

It occurs to me that I have not yet explained what Absolute Abundance ™ is. That’s because I am still working out the details of the program I’m developing and am not yet ready to share it with the world. But that doesn’t mean I can’t share a little bit about the inspiration behind it.

You might say it all started with a group of red-haired, blue-eyed angels. And when I say “angels,” I’m not referring to sweet and generous humans (although there are many of those in my life too). I mean real angels.

And then there was the tree that grew and picked its own fruit, right before my eyes…

First I have to tell you that I am not one of those people who sees angels or hears the voices of disembodied spirits – at least not in my “waking” life. It’s not that I doubt the existence of angels and spirits; it’s just that I am not tuned into them on a conscious level the way some people apparently are. In order to tap into what I can only describe as other dimensions of existence, I usually have to be in a dream state, or at least suspended in that uniquely receptive state of mind between sleep and wakefulness.

When I was a small child I used to “see things” at night fairly frequently. Or, rather, I would see people; at least they looked like people to me. I would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night – or it seemed I was awake, although it also felt somehow as if I was still asleep – and I would see strange, tall people with pale skin and reddish-gold hair at the foot of my bed. They were oddly suspended in the air, as if they were floating somehow. They seemed friendly enough and I was never scared, but I always thought it was very, very odd. I would try to describe them to my mom but she would say it was just a dream.

Secretly I thought of those “night visitors” as my friends, even after I grew up and the “visitations” (some would call them hallucinations) stopped. I came to accept, at least on an intellectual level, that these were indeed dreams, or they were simply tricks of my mind. I still had unusual dreams, and plenty of them, but I had very few of those “half-awake-half-asleep” experiences. As for those strange tall people, they seemed to have gone the way of my childhood.

The magical tree
I did, however, have one very memorable half-asleep-half-awake experience as a young adult. It might be more accurately described as an out-of-body experience. It was more than an ordinary dream, and it seemed very real. (And even though there are no angels in this part of the story, it’s still relevant, so bear with me. I’ll get to the angels, I promise!)

This experience happened one midwinter night when I was spending the night at my mom’s house. Outside the window of the second-story bedroom in which I slept – my childhood room – there was an enormous old oak tree. It was so close to the window that its branches sometimes scratched the pane when the wind was high, sounding for all the world like the fingers of a giant creature scratching to be let in. But I was never spooked by that sound; I always found it somewhat comforting. To tell the truth, I was quite fond of that tree.

On the night in question I had gone to bed early after a long day of helping my mom with chores around the house and yard. It had been a good day and I was tired. I had been asleep several hours when I “woke up”…but I somehow knew I wasn’t really awake; I was just in that weird space between asleep and awake. I had the distinct feeling that something was calling me to the window, so I rose from the bed.

Looking out into the moonless night, I saw little, but there was enough illumination for me to see my favorite tree quite clearly. It looked stark and black and a little sad without its leaves; in fact, when gazing at it earlier that day while I was still “awake,” I had almost felt sorry for it. But as I watched it now I saw, to my amazement, that large round fruits were springing out on the branches of this old bare tree. They popped out one after the other, almost the size of grapefruits but a golden-saffron color, with a smooth surface. Soon the tree was weighted down with the fruits. How odd, I thought, that an oak tree would be growing fruits like this – especially in the middle of winter!

I couldn’t turn away from the spectacle, and as I watched, something even more astounding began to happen. The tree’s branches became like gnarled black arms with hands, and they began moving and swaying, like one of those multi-armed Indian deities. And as I watched, the tree began picking its own fruit. Even stranger, it began "eating" some of the fruits through a hole in its trunk that had become like a mouth, and it scattered the rest gently on the ground around it. Still more fruits kept popping out of the tree, and it picked them, consumed a few for itself and scattered the rest. Before long the lawn all around the tree was covered in the luminous golden fruits, and they were spilling out into the street, bathing the night world in a gentle golden light. And still more fruits kept emerging.

At one point I became aware of a sort of whispering sound. It wasn’t quite what you would call a voice, and I didn’t know where it came from, but I distinctly heard one word several times: Abundance. Shortly after I became aware of the whispering voice, the image of the tree and its golden fruits faded, and I drifted back to bed and to a dreamless sleep. When I awoke the next morning, of course, the tree was back to its normal bare midwinter self, with not one luminous globe in sight. But I will admit that I double-checked, because the events of the night before had all seemed so real. I will also admit I was a bit disappointed.

The experience has stayed with me for many years, and I have told very few people about it. For a long time I simply referred to it as a dream, even though in my mind it was more than a dream, if less than “reality.” I went through many hard times in the years to follow, but in some of my worst moments, remembering that experience somehow sustained me and gave me hope with its striking imagery and its message of Abundance.

I had this “dream” years before The Secret and before I read Abraham-Hicks' works on abundance and the law of attraction. In fact, it happened years before I got into most of the things I’m interested in now. At the time I had the experience I was somewhat familiar with the concept of abundance from a more or less Christian perspective, but I wasn’t a practicing Christian and hadn’t been to church in years. Put it this way: I was more “rational” and critical in those days. And yet on one level I had been deeply moved by my “dream.” But I still did not realize the full power of its message.

And then those tall strange people returned.

I’ll tell you about them in Part 2.

Yours in Absolute Abundance, utter gratitude and boundless joy,
Kalea Makana
"The Abundance Chick"