Did you know the meaning of this word? Yeah, me neither!
Cool huh?
The reason I’m bringing this up is…This is something a genie says when he grants your wish.
He crosses his arms and with a nod of his mighty turbaned head he proclaims Abracadabra! and with that one word he creates exactly what you asked for.
But can you remember what he says before he grants that wish?
I can only recall it because I’m mildly delusional, AND it’s been the first thing in my head a few mornings this past month.
Your wish is my command.
Seriously.
Imagine waking up to that.
It sets the bar pretty high.
Suddenly having your coffee brought to you doesn’t quite cut it anymore, because my genie would know that what I really wished for was a rich, creamy hot chocolate, not a cup of breakfast blend with rice milk.
Your wish is my command.
It puts the abra in Abracadabra, because think about it; first the genie has to know what you want in order to speak it into reality.
Do you know what you want? Really?
I can be vague and often completely misdirected (hot chocolate).
Are you conscious of what you say, what your words are creating?
Yeah, not so much.
I know how I want to feel: happy, healthy, vital, successful, relevant, loved, etc, etc, etc. But what wishes will deliver those feelings to me?
What if in the mornings the first thing the Universe said to us was: Your wish is my command (which it does).
How would that feel?
If you knew that to be true, how would that change the way you look at life?
What in the holy hell would you be wishing for after three weeks, a month, six months; if you had a wish granted every morning?
I love a good theory and my latest is this: that waking up with that phrase in my head was a not-so-subtle reminder that that is really how the world works, and I’ve forgotten to remember — so I think I have to struggle and effort my way through life.
Right? Haven’t you forgotten?
Your wish is my command.
Abracadabra!
Fuck, I love reminders.
These are my favorite words until further notice. That and gobsmacked. I LOVE gobsmacked.
Carry on,
xox
