Oh, what I wouldn’t give for a magic wand right about now!
A little wave 🪄…
‘Abracadabra’…
and poof!
All the hatred & fear, violence & war, division & suffering – in the world would simply vanish.
💨
Wouldn’t that be something!!?
Of course, I haven’t figured out how to pull off that particular trick…yet.
I’ve been thinking about it though, and even if we had the wand, we still seem to need the magic words. So, I guess we may as well start there…
“And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.” – Genesis 1:3
Of all the ways the Creator might have brought the universe into existence, I think it’s fascinating that the biblical story begins with words.
Speech.
God spoke. The vibrations of sound were strung together in a Divine Harmony, and there was light.
No tools or hands. Just words.
And if, as Genesis also says, we are created in the image of God – I wonder what that might mean when it comes to the words that we speak?
🤔
There’s an intriguing theory surrounding the origins of the word ‘Abracadabra’. Some believe it originates from an Aramaic expression, often written: ‘avra k’davra’, and interpreted as: “I create as I speak.”
Aramaic, of course, was the language Jesus spoke.
I create as I speak.
There’s something beautiful about that thought, isn’t there?
Well beautiful or incredibly alarming, I guess – depending on the words coming out of our mouths.😬
Of course, contemplating the power of our words is one thing. Actually being mindful of the words we choose to use – is another matter entirely!! And – speaking as someone who has yet to master the art of intentional speech – it kinda freaks me out just a bit. 😰
You see, I’ve always had this way of allowing my thoughts to travel directly from my brain to my mouth, bypassing whatever filter is normally installed between the two. (It’s a daily practice & I’m a work in progress, to say the least! 🤐)
Then there’s this funny little juxtaposition to all of this…
As I’ve become more conscious of the words I speak – at the same time, I’ve also become a whole lot less concerned about using what I once considered – bad words. (Which is particularly amusing if you knew me back then!)
For most of my life, I used to be rather uptight about profanity. I didn’t swear, and I certainly didn’t allow my children to swear. Then somewhere along my own journey of understanding, I began questioning those beliefs.
Don’t get me wrong. Words meant to belittle, insult, or wound another person are still very much off-limits in my home. But if my kids are being respectful of one another and the people around them, I really don’t care if profanity slips into the conversation.
F-U-C-K
Who decided these particular combinations of letters were bad in the first place? And why was I giving them so much power? Seriously. Who was it? You know there had to be one asshole somewhere along the way who made up the rules. And then I guess, maybe a proclamation was made, and everyone just went along with it?? 🤷🏻♀️ 🐑
The more I thought about it though, the more I began to believe I’d been paying attention to the wrong things. Especially if there’s even the slightest chance – I could be creating what I speak.
So, there is one – perfectly ordinary, socially-acceptable word that is forbidden in my house. And ironically, it’s another four-letter word:
H-A-T-E
I know… 🙄
It’s just that we throw that word around like it means nothing.💩Like it’s fertilizer.
“I h… that show.”📺
“I h….broccoli.”🥦
“I h….mornings.”☀️
And that’s fine, no judgment. (Been there, done that!) But for me, I feel like there’s just so much of it out in the world already, why add to it?
But then there’s another four-letter word that we sometimes seem much more reluctant to speak:
L-O-V-E
Isn’t that interesting?
We can casually announce that we hate everything from Mondays to the color orange, but tell someone you love them, and suddenly we’re choosing our words oh-so-carefully.
I’ve heard people suggest that we, as a society, use the word ‘love’ too freely. That saying it too much somehow diminishes its meaning. And I understand that perspective. 🖤 Love is a powerful word, and I certainly wouldn’t encourage anyone to express feelings they don’t genuinely have.
But I’ve always believed that there are different kinds, and different degrees of love.
The love I have for my children is different from the love I have for my friends. And when I say I loved a beautiful sunset, a wonderful conversation, or even a particularly deliciouspiece of chocolate cake, does that somehow diminish the love I have for my family?
Of course not!
Love isn’t something we have to ration.
So why are we sometimes so hesitant to give it a voice?
I create as I speak.
Perhaps that’s part of what it means to be created in the image of the Creator.
Not that we can speak entire universes into existence, but that our words, in their own small ways, participate in the creation of the world around us.
Which brings me back to that curious little magic word…
The earliest known reference to Abracadabra – dates to the early third century CE, when a Roman writer described using the word as a charm against fever. The instructions were simple. Write the word repeatedly, removing one letter with each successive line until only a single letter remained.
ABRACADABRA
ABRACADABR
ABRACADAB
ABRACADA
ABRACAD
ABRACA
ABRAC
ABRA
ABR
AB
A
The resulting charm was worn around the neck, with the belief that as the word disappeared, so too would the illness.
Maybe this isn’t such a bad bit of magic to revisit, especially now, when the disease of hatred has so deeply sickened our world. 😷 It’s getting pretty desperate out there. I’m willing to try any charm or magic wand in hopes it could make it rain peace on the planet! 🌎
But in the mean time…
Abracadabra!
I create as I speak.
If my words are seeds, may they be seeds of love.❤️ May I sew them not judiciously, but in abundance. And may they create a harmony ever pleasing to the Creator.🌹 ~Aho & so it is!
💗Big Love & Many Blessings🌸
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