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  • March31st

    Erik on the Human Experience, God and Suicide

    Posted in: After Death Communication, Channeling, Communication from the dead, Contact with the dead, God, Life, Struggles, Suicide

    Thinking no question was too profound, too intimate or too probing for my son, I posed some real humdingers in a recent channeling session. Brace yourself folks:

    ‘I think I already asked you this Erik, but why do we choose to have the human experience here on earth? You said something about wanting to experience less control than you have in the spirit world?’ I ask.

    “Yes, but the main reason is to evolve and contribute to other fellow souls and to leave the world in better shape than when you came there, to make it less fucked up—to be a light shining in the darkness. I know it sounds corny but that’s what we can do and that’s what we’re supposed to do,” he says, with his characteristic Gandhi-meets-sailor-on-shore-leave style.

    ‘Okay, I think I understand. Now for a big one, Erik: What or who is God, and have you met him?’ I await his reply with great anticipation. Drum roll, please.

    Kim speaks first: “Erik has this really cute mischievous smile on his face, and he tells me he hasn’t figured that one out yet.”

    ‘Dang!’ I think to myself. ‘No big breakthroughs to share with the globe, today, I guess.’

    Kim goes on to ask, “Erik, just wondering, how have you not figured it out yet since you live there?”

    “The shape of God changes…”

    “Does it?” Kim interrupts him in surprise.

    “…according to what you need at the time,” he finishes patiently.

    ‘Erik, have you seen God? Have you needed him or wanted to speak with him?’ I ask.

    “Well, when I first got here, I saw this incredible white light. You know, I’ve been sort of keeping a low profile because of what I did. I was worried for a while that God was really pissed at me, even though I was told over and over and over that God doesn’t get pissed at anyone. So I’ve sort of been keeping it under the radar. But I’ll check it out and get back to you, Mom,” he assures me. Kinda reminds me of his low profile approach to calls for doing his homework and chores or those nights he slipped in the back door past his curfew.

    I guess I have to be satisfied with his promises and muster up more patience, but I don’t let him off the hook for long as I ask my next question.

    ‘Okay, Erik, that’s a deal! Now why were you treated differently from other suicides?’

    “Oh, because I wasn’t separated from everyone, and I was allowed to move around freely with everybody else, right? Is that what you mean, Mom?”

    Kim laughs, saying, “He’s shrugging and saying, ‘Hell if I know!’”

    Hmm. Another empty answer. As wise as he has become as a discarnate soul, I suppose no one, short of God Herself, knows it all.

    I probe for more clarification: ‘Well some people kill themselves because they lost a job or lost an investment, whatever, but some kill themselves because they want to end the pain from a troubling disease like cancer or depression. It’s my understanding that those suicides are treated a little bit differently or at least more leniently than those who take their lives for more trivial, superficial or material reasons.’

    “Yes, sometimes those aren’t even considered suicide over here. And sometimes it’s someone’s destiny to commit suicide, because that itself is a form of human experience,” he says knowingly.

    “If I had stayed there I could have contributed so much more. And when I first got to Heaven I had this terrible regret and remorse. I think that answers your question, Mom. That wasn’t the soundest decision I could have made. That’s why my therapy s being conducted while I’m going around doing whatever I wanna do instead of in a segregated place. I already knew it was a mistake and regretted it and that’s half the battle there,” he adds.

    ‘Are you making progress forgiving yourself?’ I ask.

    Kim sees him with that mischievous charming smile on his face as he says,

    “I’m working on that. When we talk like we’ve been doing every day, Mom, and when we work on the book together, that’s how I’m going to be able to forgive myself. Because it won’t be such a waste. I can give back. I can contribute. That makes up for my selfishness. It has nothing to do with you forgiving me, Mom. I know you already have.”

    Touched, I reply tearfully, ‘Oh, yeah. Of course I do, Sweetie. All I care about is your happiness, even if it causes me pain. You’ve found the peace, direction and joy you never had here on the earthly plane, so for that, I’d sacrifice anything.’

    “Mom, you’re helping to heal me!” he says.

    ‘Good, and you’re helping to heal me too, Erik! It’s the blind leading the blind!’

    I know my sweet Erik is no cross-legged, mountain top guru. After all, God remains a mystery—for now—and we still have no earthly idea what the hokey pokey is all about, but he is a profoundly caring soul who longs to make up for his selfishness by bringing light and love to others.

  • March30th

    Little Prankster

    Posted in: Channeling, Contact with the dead, Energy, Quantum Physics of the Soul, The Physics of Consciousness, Visitation

    I know this is the second post in one day, but this can’t wait. I’m all alone in the house. I just used the downstairs bathroom by the utility room and an hour later, I pass by the door and see the toilet seat is up. I know cats don’t have opposable thumbs, so I suspect Erik is up to his little sneaky tricks! Keep ‘em coming, Sweetheart! I never feel like I’m alone now.

  • March30th

    Ask Erik: Ruiz Family Questions

    Posted in: After Death Communication, Afterlife, Bereaved, Channeling, Communication from the dead, Contact with the dead, Death of a Child, Dreams, Ghosts and Spirits, Grief, Grieving, Psychic medium, Visitation

    In this entry, you will see that grief is the great equalizer. I transcends ethnicity, religion, cultural background, socioeconomic levels, and in this case, even vast distances. Here is a question Irene posed to Erik from her homeland in the Philippines:

    “Dear Erik and Elisa:  You guys are living in Texas while we are here in Philippines, but we hope in heaven there’s no distance. Please tell Erik to look for our loving Lolo Rey and ask him how is he, and if possible give us idea who was the mastermind of killing him and why? It’s been months of ordeal, Elisa. We hope Erik can help us out. Looking forward for your words soon.”

    Erik’s reply:

    “Drugs were involved.”

    ‘Oh, really!’ I exclaim.

    “Yeah, drugs were involved. It was definitely a murder, too. Drugs were involved but Lolo Rey had nothing to do with them. The person who killed him was male and he was a stranger. Lolo Rey didn’t know him at all. He was killed during or because of a theft. The guy was stealing something so he could have money to buy drugs. Lolo Rey wasn’t involved in taking drugs or selling them. He had to be killed because he saw and knew too much.”

    ‘Is Lolo Rey okay, now?’ I ask.

    “Yes he’s great! Tell his mom that she will definitely get to see him when she passes. She has many more years left on the earthly plane. But when she passes, he will be there. He promises. She can speak with him whenever she wants, but she is, um, her level of grieving is taking so much energy that she can’t use her ability to hear him and feel him. Um, um, she needs some therapy but she’s not going to get it. She just needs to know that he’s around her all the time and he will come to her in dreams. He’s already been doing that.”

    After I emailed the family a summary of what Erik shared with me, here is the response they sent:

    “Dearest Elisa and Erik,
    Thank you for the time spent talking with Lolo Rey, of course with the help of your supportive medium. We were speechless honestly on how are we going to react. We are happy that Lolo Rey is doing fine in Heaven. You know the last time we went to his grave, I asked for his guidance because there are lots of problem we are encountering right now, and I asked him to help us and give a sign that he can hear me. The spotlight which is very bright was adjusted and become dim. My husband and I look each other, and we knew that Lolo Rey heard me. With regards to the killer, yes he’s a male and he’s in jail right now, but he don’t want to tell us who sent him to kill Lolo Rey, but what you said about drugs made us realized there’s something deeper in it. But we are so sure that he’s not involved in any drugs, and we are glad that he told Erik he’s not.
    We cannot express how happy we are that finally we can claim that Lolo Rey is in Heaven with our Creator. Thank you Elisa and to Erik for helping us. If I’m not asking too much, can you please continue keeping in touch with Lolo Rey? Thank you with all our heart.

    The Ruiz family.”

    How touching that Erik can provide such closure, solace and happiness to so many. He is the beacon of light that shines brightly on the very dark path that we, the bereaved, must stumble along in despair. With that light, he fills our hearts with the hope and comfort that had been stripped away by a cruel and untimely death. For that, I am immensely grateful. Part of my gratitude is selfish, because bearing witness to the healing process of others in similar pain has helped my own wounds heal as well. Just one more sign that we are all connected by a thread of love.

  • March29th

    Ask Erik: Jean’s Questions

    Posted in: After Death Communication, Afterlife, Channeling, Communication from the dead, Contact with the dead, Death of a Child, Grief, Grieving, Guardian Angel, Visitation

    The next question is from a bereaved mother very much like me. In fact, her son, Tyler, died only 9 days before Erik’s death and both were just 20 years old at the time of their passing. Here is the mother’s submission to Erik:

    “Erik, my son died 5 months ago. Do you meet strangers where you are? Can you find out if he is there?

    “Your re-connection with your mom (I’ve read her entire web site) has been one of the most comforting experiences I’ve had since he left. I am relieved to hear you are doing so much better now. I appreciate the love that you and your mother have is transforming into eternity. I also envy and am energized to hear of this and it explains things that I have experienced shortly after his death.

    “Peace and love to you and your mother. I can identify 99.9 percent.

    “All that is left is love, Jean”

    And now, Erik’s response:

    Erik says, “Yes he’s here, but he’s not spending time with me. He’s sending time with his dad. He says “Dad needs him.” He thinks his mom is doing much better than his dad because Mom is much stronger than Dad, smarter than Dad, more enlightened than Dad, more mature than Dad. He’s spiending time with his dad trying to help him. Dad is inconsolable and feels very very very guilty for being an asshole to him. He says, ‘tell Mom, she’s understand.’

    ‘Okay,’ I reply.

    “He also says it was his destiny to die when and how he did. Oh, and he wants Mom to know this—really really important. He felt no pain in the crash. None at all. Nothing.”

    ‘So he’s glad to be there?’ I ask.

    “He’s laughing and telling me he’s glad the crash is over! He also says, ‘Dad sure doesn’t listen!’ He says he could hang out with me but I have work with you and he has work with his dad, and it’s more important to do our work than to socialize right now. We know we’ll enjoy ourselves when our families get here.”

    ‘Erik, why was it his destiny to die in the accident?’ I ask.

    “Just a minute, Mom. He wants his mom to be sure to get regular mammograms because she’s real fibroid in the breasts, and she’s going to have some precancerous growths that will have to be removed with a lumpectomy. It’s very important that she get her mammogram.”

    ‘Okay.’

    Erik goes on with an emphatic tone, “Really important. Tyler says self examinations won’t pick it up, because the growths are in the inner breast where she’s not going to feel them. Very important. Oh, and Tyler wants her to get regular colonoscopies because she will tend to get polyps in the colon eventually.”

    “Now what was your question again, Elisa?” Kim asks.

    ‘Why was it his destiny to…’

    “Oh, yeah, right. Let’s ask Erik,” Kim interjects.

    Erik responses with, “He says it was for him and everyone else in his life. For Tyler, it was for him to learn what it’s like to lose everything he was in the process of creating, all the things he would look forward to in his future. The issue of loss. The issue of loss. Tyler says this was definitely, definitely not a suicide.”

    ‘Oh yeah, of course. I wouldn’t have thought it was!’ I exclaim, slightly puzzled that this was even an issue.

    “It was for the whole family, his friends, the community, for everyone to learn about the issue of loss,” Erik adds.

    ‘Does he visit her?’ I ask.

    “Oh! All the time! All the time! But he says his dad needs him more. He says he and his mom are soulmates, platonic soulmates. So it’s not that he loves Dad more. He was always closer to Mom, but Dad needs him more. He says Dad is really screwed up!”

    ‘Oh, boy,’ I say. I wonder if the family is even aware. I know hoe easy it is for fathers to become the invisible mourners. Grieving in silence as society often demands, men sometimes appear to be the pinnacle of strength to those around them while inside, they weep in despair.

    After I email Jean a paraphrased version of the session with Kim and Erik, she replies shortly afterwards:

    “Elisa -This is awesome. It took my breath away when I read it. Is it OK if I call you sometime this weekend? My week is packed and I am so exhausted when I get home – I would really like to be at my best when we talk or next week is OK with me if that’s better for you. I need a little time to think, I’m in a little bit of shock. I do have fibrous breast. I never told Ty that. I have been having some pain in the last few weeks but I thought it was just too much caffeine. I haven’t had a mammogram in probably 3 years. I’m scared.

    “Sounds like Tyler is working hard on helping his Dad. His dad is very stubborn, very stoic. I know that Tyler will think of something to help. He was so intelligent and resourceful! He’ll come up with something- I just know it! I will try to help out if he needs it.

    “I read your latest entry in Channeling Erik, it is so beautiful. Your sessions are getting to a deeper level. I think his suggestion about the book and the writings on the website is very, very true. It will continue to reach out to people just like me and it has helped me much like therapy. I get a similar sense of accomplishment when I talk or correspond with you and Erik. I thank you so much in asking Erik my question. It sounds like our boys are very busy. They really are angels!

  • March26th

    Ask Erik: Stanley’s Questions

    Posted in: After Death Communication, Afterlife, Bereaved, Channeling, Communication from the dead, Contact with the dead, Death, Death of a Child, Grief, Grieving, Guardian Angel, Life, Struggles, The Soul

    As many of you know, the blog has an “Ask Erik” section through which anyone can submit a question to my deceased son. I pose these questions to him each time I have a channeling session with the psychic medium. The next several posts will reveal the enormous insight Erik has gained as a discarnate soul. No last names will be revealed in order to protect identities. Let’s begin with Stanley. He and I have been communicating through the blog and through email for a couple of months. His life has been a difficult one. Without going into specific detail, suffice it to say that he has suffered a great deal of neglect as well as verbal, emotional and physical abuse at the hands of his parents and brother. Despite his past,  I get a sense that he is a warm and caring individual whose primary concern is the welfare of other souls who have suffered similar atrocities. Here is his first question followed by Erik’s reply:

    “I have a big section of blocked memory from age 1-10. Can you find out what happened from who might know? Perhaps my Guides would be able to explain what happened during those years. I feel I am ready to know what occurred during those years. Abuse, death, injury? I know it’s a very tall order, Any information would be helpful.”

    Kim starts by saying, “How interesting! Erik says he was a walk-in!”

    ‘Oh, wow,’ I exclaim.

    “He was a walk in, and he came in at 9 1/2 years old. Yep, he was a walk-in.”

    I am amazed at this unexpected revelation. Considering his history of childhood abuse, my first guess would have been post traumatic stress disorder resulting in selective amnesia.

    ‘Wow, that’s very interesting. That’s pretty rare, right?’ I ask.

    “It’s a little more common than you might believe,” Erik says.

    ‘Oh, I didn’t know that. Wow, so what happened? Why was he a walk-in?’

    “Because the soul that was in that body didn’t want to be there any more. It was too hard, too much, so he changed his mind, went back to heaven and the other soul was able to come and make good use of this physical body. And so, this is the flip side of committing suicide.”

    ‘Okay, wow! That all makes perfect sense from what he’s told me about his life!’ I respond, still awestruck by the deep sense of truth this explanation resounded in my soul.

    This next question wasn’t really on Stanley’s list, but I know how important this woman was to him, so I pose it to Erik myself:

    ‘Stanley was taken in by an older woman who essentially became his surrogate mother. This was the first time he knew and experienced the feeling of unconditional platonic love. His own biological family was extremely abusive, physically and emotionally. Sadly, she died in February, 2005 from a heart attack. He begged her to go to the hospital, but she refused.  Somehow, he feels responsible, wondering if he should have pushed her harder. Her death has been very difficult for him because he misses her very much. Her name Pam XXXXXXX.  Any messages from her?

    Here is Erik’s response:

    “First of all, tell Stanley that nobody told Pam what to do–ever! I hear her laughing. She says that if  he had  put a gun to her head, she still wouldn’t have gone. She knew it was her time. She knew she was going to pass. She felt that he was ready to muster the courage to move on by himself. There was nothing he could have done. Hey, she says she works as a guardian angel for him now full time! She’s been working with him since she passed.”

    ‘Does she have any messages for him?’ I ask.

    “Yes. She says the biggest issue he’s working on right now has to do with faith in himself, faith in his instincts, faith in what he’s here to do and not caring about..not needing, not needing other people’s permission or endorsement or approval to be who he is, to make his choices. Stanley is never going to fit in on the earthly plane. He is like a guardian angel in human form. There’s going to be very few people who can see him for who and what he really is like you do, Mom. He is here to be a healer and a teacher. Pam, she calls herself Pamela, says he still hasn’t found the way he’s supposed to heal and teach others. She says it’s going to be through art and music. She says, ‘Tell him art and music. I will be there every step of the way to help guide him. I want him to speak to me every morning, and I will make suggestions on what he can do that day to move his life forward. He feels rudderless like he doesn’t know what direction to go. And also he needs to help others. This is his last lifetime on the earthly plane.’  She also says he is unaware of his level of enlightenment.”

    ‘Yeah I totally get that impression. I can tell through our communications with each other,’ I say.

    Erik adds, “She says he’s a very sensitive being. He’s very kind. He’s very empathetic, funny. He’s very warm. He will be surrounded by many friends, kindred spirits who are of his caliber. He must trust. He must have faith in his instincts. That is key!”

    ‘Good, I’ll let him know,’ I assure them both.

    Here is Stanley’s last question:

    “On November 21st 1990, something happened at school that caused me to be admitted to Charter Oak Hospital in Covina. The memory of the morning till about 2pm is blocked. My memory picks up when I am sitting on a chair outside the principal’s office and my parents are inside. My parents exit and I am taken over to the hospital where my mom told me tell the worker I was suicidal and wanted to die. What happened that morning? What did I say or do for the principal and my parents to have me go to the hospital? I have no memory of this day.”

    And now, Erik’s remarkable revelation:

    “He didn’t threaten any of the other kids. He was threatening to commit suicide. He was holding a pencil, and it looks like he was threatening to stab himself with the pointy side of the pencil, um, and freaked the teacher out.”

    ‘Why?’ I ask.

    “Because he didn’t want to be here any more. This was the old soul, not Stanley,” Erik clarifies.

    ‘Oh, that was the old soul that was doing that?’ I ask.

    “Yes.”

    ‘Oh, I see!’

    “He wanted out for a long time,” Erik adds.

    ‘Oh, okay!’

    “And that soul figured out he wasn’t going to accomplish anything more and that’s when the exchange of souls took place,” he says.

    Now I get the connection! ‘Oh, so that’s when the walk-in occurred,’ I exclaim.

    “Yep. And the walk-in comes into the boday and assumes full consciousness. This happens to all walk-ins. They can wake up having sex with someone or in front of an audience during a speech or swimming in a pool. Walk-ins often take place during a terrible illness or a bad accidnt too.  That way,  when there are slight changes in personality it wouldn’t seem that weird.”

    After relaying all of this remarkably enlightening information to Stanley, he send me the following email:

    “I am very interested in what was said. With just what you have shared with me in this e-mail, all I can keep saying is “wow.” So many things suddenly make sense. Why I couldn’t remember the first 10 years. Because it wasn’t me. A walk in makes perfect sense. It explains why I only see flashes, pictures of what happened. Like there are residual memories from the person who had the body the first 10 years. Because none of my memories are connected to the memories of the first 10 years. It’s like they are someone else’s memories. It turns out that is exactly what it was. And it also explains why I felt adopted, why I didn’t have a connection with any of my family. Those connections are made during infancy and early childhood. Since I came in after, I didn’t have that connection with my family. It really was like I was adopted. Because it’s always been like my life started at 10 on. And this explains why I have felt this way, and looking at it, it’s what actually did happen. Sorry, this is a bit of a mind bend. I understand it and all. But it’s a little hard to wrap your mind around. I know it’s possible in a coma. And this would explain why people who come out of a coma seem so different. But I wasn’t aware you could do it like that. I didn’t know you could just step out and someone else take over like that. It would explain why my memory picks up while I am sitting outside the principal’s office with no memory of how I got there. As I said before, the only part of the day I had known about was me getting dressed and going to school, but the memory stops when I enter the school grounds. It does explain so much. I have always been going down to southern California trying to jog my memory thinking I had blocked some painful abuse or something. A walk in didn’t even cross my mind as a possibility. I just want to say thank you right here, to both you and Erik. This really changes things,, how I look at my past and future. It does make me wonder a bit though, what happened to this little boy for him to wish to die at age 10? What was done to him?

    “I am glad to hear Pam is watching over me. I always knew she was. I have always said good night to her ever night (well, when I am not passing out in bed anyway.) But most times I say good night. And I am glad to here the words that it wasn’t my fault. I always have felt so guilty thinking it was my fault for not doing something. But yeah, what she said was true. I am sure even if I had the EMT’s with me, she wouldn’t have gone unless she wanted to. But it does help to hear the words. I may have been ready to make it on my own, but I wasn’t ready for her to leave. She was the closest thing to a mom I have had. I did consider her my second mom. Three years just wasn’t enough. It went so fast. But I am glad that I did have the time to meet her and spend the time I did got with her. And yeah she is right too about me not being aware of how special I am. Her and her friend Sandra have always been trying to get me to see it. But I think we all tend to think of ourselves as just average. It’s from the outside, by people around us, do we learn how important we really are. And I do often look to others to see how I am doing–looking for approval. A lot of that comes from how my family was, telling me I would never amount to anything, how I was a trouble maker and other hurtful comments. Like they say, you hear something long enough, you start to believe it, and for the most part I did. It was Pam and Sandra who really showed me my worth. And it is interesting you mention I am a healer. It wasn’t till recently actually that I realized I could heal. It’s like inside my head I heard something saying to give it a try. Sandra had a injury that was very painful, and I sat down and within 5 minutes or so of trying to heal her, all her pain left, and the injury that was not healing began to heal. It shocked me to be honest.  It does make me wonder what else I am able to do but just am not aware of it yet. And I will give the art a try. Thank you so much for the time to ask my questions. I am very grateful for the information being passed along by you and Erik. It’s exciting to have things in your life finally make sense. Thank you for all your help thus far.”

    I am so heartened by how much Erik has been able to help others. Although he was a deeply caring and sensitive souls, when he was alive, his depression completely fettered him. He trudged through life in a cloud of mediocrity, avoiding responsibility, afraid of reaching out. How ironic that it took death to break the heavy chains around his heart and soul. How ironic that death is what finally empowered him to bestow the breath of  life and hope into a weary, troubled, yet worthy heart.

  • March26th

    Housekeeping Issues

    Posted in: Afterlife, Bereaved, Channeling, Crossing over, Grief, Grieving, Life, Near Death Experiences, Quantum Physics of the Soul, The Physics of Consciousness, The Physics of Heaven, The Physics of Thought, The Soul

    I have a couple of announcements to make. First, many of you may have noticed that the “Ask Erik” button wasn’t working. That has now been fixed, thanks to my genius daughter. Erik answered several questions for various people about their deceased loved ones and they were all amazed. Some considered his responses life altering.

    Also, you’ll notice that in the upper right hand corner of the home page, there’s a spot for you to enter your email address to receive instant email notification of all new posts.

    Lastly, I would like to recommend a fantastic book entitled “Your Eternal Self,” by R. Craig Hogan, PhD. It offers indisputable scientific proof for the afterlife, the immortality of the soul, why skepticism has evolved in Western society, and much much more. I consider it a must read for anyone who has lost a loved one, anyone who suffers from a terminal disease, and anyone who fears their own so-called mortality. I truly believe this book will provide you with the answers, the solace and the comfort you’ve been looking for.

  • March24th

    Footstep, Footsteps Everywhere

    Posted in: After Death Communication, Bereaved, Channeling, Communication from the dead, Contact with the dead, Death of a Child, Grieving, Quantum Physics of the Soul, Suicide, The Soul

    Erik has been changing up his game a little lately. Keeping us on our toes, I guess. While we were visiting relatives over Spring Break, Maria and Blanca, our once-a-week housekeepers, were busily packing up everything from our kitchen cabinets in preparation for the (gulp) remodeling that was to begin on our return. To give you a little back story, Maria is really part of the family. She has helped raise all of my children for the past 19 years, including Erik, since the age of 16 months. Without her, I would never had been confident enough to pour my heart and soul into the practice of medicine, leaving my children behind in the care of less capable hands. That said, she loves all of them deeply, and they feel the same about her.

    Maria was in our home alone with Erik when he took his own life. She heard the gunshot. She delivered the tragic message through a phone call that is forever carved into our memories. She was the first to smell the fresh gunpowder, to see his lifeless body, and to weep at his feet.

    While Maria and Blanca were boxing up mugs, pots, mateless mittens, dried up 300 year-old markers and god only knows what else, they both heard heavy footsteps upstairs, first in Erik’s bedroom, then down the hallway. In unison, they turned to face each other, mouths agape and eyes as wide as cup saucers. Before they could utter a word to one another, the footsteps sounded again. And again. And again. Mind you, they were all alone in the house. We have no herd of buffalo squirreled away in a closet, no troop of Lipizzaner horses practicing for the circus. It was just the two of them.

    You’d think they both would have run screaming from the house, but there was a comfort in the air that eased them. So, they shook their heads with a smile on their faces that said, “you little rascally tease, you!” Erik was just playing with them as he typically would while alive. I’m sure he was also trying to relay a message to Maria that he is no longer the despondent boy she once knew. Instead, he is forever alive, free from pain, and eternally there to provide entertainment (and hopefully comfort) during her most tedious and thankless tasks.

    When I relayed this story to my husband, Rune, he was dumbstruck for a few moments before saying, “You’re kidding! I’ve heard footsteps off and on for the last few weeks. I thought I was just going crazy!”

    After sharing the experience with my daughter, Michelle, she also reacted in alarm. She said that a couple of nights ago, her sister-in-law, Amber, was babysitting my granddaughter, Arley, when she suddenly heard very distinct footsteps in one of the upstairs bedrooms of her house. When Amber told Michelle about the incident, she mused that it was odd  the first person she thought of was Erik. After all, her grandmother had just died a few weeks ago. Why wouldn’t she have been first person to cross her mind?

    I know that Erik is practicing his abilities diligently. My hope is that he continues to hone his skills to create a more tangible presence and therefore to provide all those who adore him with comforting assurance that he still lives (and plays) among us.

  • March23rd

    Creativity and Knowingness

    Posted in: After Death Communication, Afterlife, Bereaved, Channeling, Communication from the dead, Contact with the dead, Death of a Child, Grieving, The Soul

    In this next part of the channeling session through psychic medium, Kim O’Neill, Erik shares his heightened love for creativity. He’s always had a creative streak, but that flame at best smoldered when he was in the depths of depression. Between those horrible bouts, he was an incredible self-taught musician who mastered classical guitar, electric guitar, and dabbled in other instruments like the violin, the harmonica, bass guitar, among others. I believe Erik expressed his creative streak even more so through his hands and his problem solving skills. He loved to work with his hands, particularly fixing or souping up any vehicle: cars, trucks, bicycles, motorcycles, skateboards, wave runners, boats, snowmobiles, you name it. He could figure out a fix to any problem, mechanical or electrical, and with a flurry of blurring hand movements, have the broken item in excellent working order. I remember when he was around eight years old, he was very curious about my sister, Denise’s, wristwatch. With understandable trepidation, she handed it over to his eager and fidgeting hands. To her dismay, he took it apart in minutes. And I mean lots of tiny little parts. But almost as quickly as he tore it asunder, he put it all back together perfectly. That’s the back story for the following part of the channeling session.

    Kim starts by saying, “He’s showing me something, Elisa. What are there? They’re sticks but they’re thick. Oh! They’re sticks that are about an inch in diameter but of course they’re round and they’re red and then they have white on the inside, like a cream-colored inside. They look about 12 inches long. What are these, Erik? What are these?”

    “I make ‘em!” Erik replies proudly.

    “Wow they’re really cool but what are they for, these sticks?” Kim asks.

    She pauses for a while and says, “I’m just listening to him Elisa, and he’s showing me these things. He’s holding it lengthwise, and then he’s showing me the end of it so I can see that there are rings. There’s like a third of an inch red ring and then the inside is like a cream-colored. Okay. Real smooth. Real smooth all the way around. In other words smooth and sort of shiny on the outside so there’s nothing rough about it.”

    “I make them,” Erik repeats. “I whittle them out of wood, and then I paint them.”

    “Well, cool, and what are they exactly?” Kim asks again.

    “They’re a work in progress,” he confesses. “I’m going to make faces. They’re going to be the family—you guys.”

    ‘Oh, wow! Aw how sweet! Are they like art pieces?’ I ask.

    “Yes, yes! I’m going to show them in a dream to an artist there on the earthly plane, and he’s going to make them. They’re gonna sell like hotcakes!” he exclaims with enthusiasm.

    ‘Well good, Erik!’ I reply.

    “Mom, I’ve really been trying to explore my creative side. You know how I like to be creative.”

    ‘That’s true!’ I confirm.

    Then Kim asks, “He’s showing himself with an earring. Does he wear one?”

    ‘Yep he does have one,’ I answer.

    Next, Erik confirms more about the heightened knowingness he attained after leaving his body. As in almost every session, Erik tells me, “Mom, I’m happier than I’ve ever been.”

    Kim says, he showing me himself on his knees thanking me for understanding how happy he is now and not being hurt and pissed off.

    “I can fly, I can do whatever I want whenever I want! Now that I can do whatever I want whenever I want what do I do? I’m with the family all the time, except when you guys are sleeping.”

    After I chuckle at the irony, I ask, ‘Erik let me ask you this: you know how you said that when you popped out of your body, you felt this expanded knowingness, this broader perspective and you saw people for who they really are? What did you mean? For example, what did you see when you saw me for who I really am?’

    Erik, ever distractible, responds with “I will answer that question, Mom. Dad needs a new car.”

    ‘Okay,’ I say without asking for details. I have learned over the years that once you get Erik on the topic of cars (or anything with wheels for that matter,) there’s no stopping him. That said, I decide to wait patiently for the answers to my questions rather than take the bait. Thankfully, he continues: “Now, I heard a couple of questions there, Mom. First of all, when a soul pops out of a human body, you can immediately see people for who and what they are meaning you can see their exact level of enlightenment, what their potential is, what they’ve done in past lifetimes, who they’ve been, what they’ve achieved, what they’ve contributed. You have a perfect understanding of their personality and the life you shared together.”

    ‘Okay, that’s interesting.  Go on,’ I press. His subsequent reply made me blush. In fact, because I’m uncomfortable with flattery, I came close to not including what he had to say in this blog entry.

    “So Mom, when my soul popped out of my body and I looked at you, I saw a soul who is at a pinnacle of enlightenment. I saw someone who is totally nurturing, understanding, inspiring, motivating, supportive, encouraging, loving, generous, giving, funny. I could remember all of your past lifetimes, all the lifetimes we shared together, Hey Mom, you know what we do? When we meet in heaven, you and I sometimes go visit other planets together!”

    ‘Cool! We’ll do it again!’ I promise.

    “I’m waiting for you, but I know it’s going to be a long long time,” Erik adds.

    ‘Yes, I understand,’ I respond with bittersweet sadness. ‘So, Erik, do you have any suggestions for other parents on how to contact or channel their deceased children and how to deal with the grief of what will never be, the grief of a lost future, lost dreams?’

    “No. No. To answer your question, I’m open to suggestions, but I’ve sort of discovered that what I’m going to do best is to communicate with other spirits, to try to nudge them to more tangibly communicate with their loved ones back on Earth. Mom, that’s gonna be up to you to do. You’ve got the intelligence and also the enlightenment that I don’t have. I can’t advise you there. But I think that by writing the blog and writing the book you will give solace and comfort where there is none. You will share hope where it has been lost, a camaraderie that will replace an empty existence—camaraderie meaning you understand what the other parents have gone through, and how important it is to allow them to grieve the way that they will. Mom, I think you’ll reach more people if you tell them to mourn the way they need to without listening to friends and family members who “advise” them.”

    ‘Oh yes, I know. You’re exactly right, Erik. I’ve read so many grief books and they all agree with that advice.’

    “Oh and Mom, you know what you have to include on the blog? Mom! Mom, a lot of people that will try to advise you are either people who have never had a kid or who have never had a child die! You have to write about that in the blog and then in the book, because it’ll make people chuckle not because they think it’s funny but because they can relate to it.”

    ‘Well it’s hard for people to even be around those who grieve much less talk to them. Most people are so uncomfortable about subjects like death and grief and suicide,” I share from my personal experience.

    Before I end, I’d like to say how successful the “Ask Erik” portion of the blog has been. Your questions have been interesting, poignant and probing, and Erik’s answers have been amazing—right on target. If you haven’t asked Erik a question about a deceased loved one but would like to, be sure to include the relationship, your name and age, the name and age of death of the deceased and the place of birth and death. Your submission comes to me directly and is not viewed by the public. I will post the questions and answers from today’s session in the near future but will omit both your name and that of your loved one to protect your identities. If you prefer not to have the response published despite this anonymity, all you have to do is let me know. I only have sessions once a month, but Erik and I will do our best to help.

  • March19th

    Erik’s Norwegian Visit

    Posted in: After Death Communication, Afterlife, Bereaved, Communication from the dead, Contact with the dead, Energy, Grieving, Love

    Here I sit in our chalet in Norway, high above the tree line, deep in the rugged tundra. Wispy clouds dance meters away from the roof top as the sun struggles to peer through at us.

    This vacation has been a bittersweet one, the first since Erik’s death. Erik loved it here. In fact, Norway was the first refuge he sought after he killed himself. He came to Bestefar (his grandfather) to sit in silence and seek shelter from his remorse. He often thought about living in Norway, he loved it so.

    All week long, I found myself thinking, ‘Erik would have loved this’ every time we went cross country skiing, every time I saw a snowboarder swooshing past, and every time we browsed the sporting goods stores. Kim O’Neill had said we would receive tangible evidence of Erik’s presence, but as our days here come to a close, nothing. Absolutely nothing. I was becoming despondent. It had been awhile since he visited me in a dream or made his presence known in some other way, at least until early this morning.

    I woke up around four. The sky was dark, but, still at war with the time difference, I was fully alert. Feeling the end of our vacation drawing to a close, I pleaded with Erik to come to me in the physical. If he didn’t, I would be left to wonder if everything that had happened was a delusion, an empty dream. ‘For the love of God, Erik, focus! Try hard! I need your presence! At the very least, come to me in the name of karmic balance!’ I whispered with a tone of desperation in my voice. After a few moments, I resigned myself to the possibility that my wish would not be fulfilled when suddenly, I felt an odd electrical tingling on the right side of my head, almost like the sensation one gets from goosebumps, but more intense. Waves of this feeling moved through my hair, back and forth, back and forth. Then, I saw a shower of yellow and blue lights flashing between the right side of my bed and the door to the hallway. It seemed like the Northern Lights had come to visit. I stared hard, half believing that if I closed my eyes, it would all disappear. Instead, the lights transformed into a clear image of Erik. I could see his entire body. On his face, he had his characteristic mischievous half-smile. He was wearing a short-sleeved polo shirt and knee-length shorts. Given the fact that it was well below zero outside, I’m sure he was making some sort of tongue in cheek statement about his ability to transcend menial things like harsh weather.

    The image grew stronger, then weaker, then stronger again, as though he was struggling to maintain a specific frequency. After a few moments, I heard his voice clearly. He said, “Bye Mom,” and begin to wave. Then, as he continued to wave with that wonderful smile on his face, he backed away and slowly faded from sight.

    I was left with a feeling of deep love and gratitude, before falling nto a peaceful slumber. Erik, thank you for working so hard on your ability to manifest yourself physically. I know that you have many other things to experience, horizons to explore, and friends to meet. So I appreciate your obvious hard work and practice. Keep it up. I can’t wait until our first warm hug in the wake state. Love you, Angel.

    Erik in Norway

  • March12th

    Erik Meets Michael and Kevin

    Posted in: After Death Communication, Channeling, Communication from the dead, Psychic medium

    I’ve learned since Erik’s death that many bereaved parents seek solace from those who have suffered a similar loss. I am no exception to that rule.  Bittersweet as it is, I’ve had the honor of meeting two lovely women. One lost her son while he was driving drunk. The other lost her bipolar son to a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head.  We have been meeting for dinner each month to share our grief, our words of comfort and our tales of when our sons have contacted us. Rebecca, the mother of the bipolar son, asked me to pose a question to Erik, through psychic medium Kim, of course. Here is the transcription of that part of the session. Note that I have concealed all but the first names for the purposes of privacy.

    I’ve been meeting each month with two other women who have also lost adult or teenage children. We plan to meet tonight, and one of them has a question about her deceased son, Michael XXXXX XXXXX. He died October 14, 2007 at the age of twenty. She wants to know if he’s all right.

    Kim responds, “What’s his mom’s name? What does she go by?”

    ‘Rebecca XXXXX.’

    “And if you were to guess her age?”

    ‘I don’t know, maybe mid to upper forties?’ I reply.

    Kim listens for a moment and then begins to laugh. She says, “Michael, Michael, interesting. Erik says he and Michael are buds, but he calls him Mike.”

    “Michael is incredibly happy,” says Erik.

    I wasn’t expecting them to have met, so I respond in disbelief, ‘Why did you meet up with Michael? You never knew him before!’

    “Because you guys have met up,” Erik answers.

    ‘Okay.’

    “You see, it’s like I’m going to follow you. So you and Rebecca are connecting the thread between you and Mike, and then that connects me and him. Now Mike and me are buddies. We go snowboarding together. I’m teaching him, and he’s really good!”

    I find it amusing that the whole snowboarding thing keeps coming up every session. It’s so typical of Erik to become fixated on new hobbies to the point that his conversations are heavily dominated by the subject. He used to pour his entire heart and soul enthusiastically into a new endeavor as he apparently continues to do in the spirit world.

    “Okay, let’s see why Michael passed,” Kim continues. “Now I’m going to talk directly to Michael, and of course Erik stays here with us. Hmm, Michael is having some issues communicating. Erik, can you talk for him? Is it because he doesn’t want to talk to me?” She sounds almost hurt!

    “Oh no,” Erik says shaking his head back and forth vigorously. “No, no, no!”

    “Well he has a hard time speaking, communicating? Why is that? How can that be?  Here on the earthly plane, we might have a throat issue or laryngitis or something, but we don’t have that in the spirit world.” After a brief pause, she has a “Eureka moment” “Oh, I see! I got it! I got it!” Then she chuckles in obvious amusement. “Erik is saying ‘Helloooooo, Mike wants to save his energy so he’ll be able to communicate with his mom.’” Struggling to continue while giggling, Kim says, “Okay, okay, I understand. I gotcha. So Erik, what was the circumstance behind Michael’s passing? Has he discussed it with…”

    “Oh yeah, Hell yeah!” He interrupts.

    “So what was that situation? Your mom is asking.” After listening for a while, Kim says, “Oh, Erik says it was not his destiny to do it. But he’s also very happy to be back in Heaven and really enjoying his time here. He has a girlfriend!”

    Just like a guy to set the priorities straight.

    Kim continues with, “They’re showing her to me. She’s really pretty. She has blue eyes, long copper red hair. Wow, she also committed suicide. You know, Michael has a suggestion for you, Elisa. It’s not for his mom. It’s for you. It’s to write a screenplay about a bunch of teenagers who also commit suicide and what their lives are like in Heaven. What an amazing, am…”

    ‘He’ll help me write it; I know he’s a great writer.’ I interject.

    “It’s Michael’s idea,” she adds. “Erik says to tell his mother that he loves her and that he’s always hugging her. She has been asking him to be more tangible. He hears her and he’s working on it. He also wants her to know he WAS the bird! He’s not only going to manifest physically, but he’s also going to telepathically say, ‘Hey Mom, that’s me!’ Because there are lots of birds out there and there are lots of rainbows, so Rebecca will know it’s him because she’ll hear telepathically in her head, ‘Mom, it’s me.’”

    I’m a little thrown off by the confirmation of Michael visiting his mother in the form of a bird. (See a previous entry, “Little Black Bird.”) After digesting the amazing miracle that just occurred, I respond, ‘Okay. Good! All right. Very good.

    I continue with my next question: ‘One of Michelle’s former elementary school friends, Kevin XXXXXXXX, committed suicide in the last week or two.’

    “Oh my!” Kim reacts in alarm.

    ‘It apparently was an overdose right after he got out of prison. I’ve known him since he was in grade school because he came over to the house to play all the time,’ I add.

    “He absolutely positively did not try to commit suicide,” Erik interjects.

    ‘He did not try?’ I ask. The assumption was that Kevin had committed suicide intentionally.

    “Absolutely not. It was like he was taking more and more and more and more to take him to a place he wanted to be to get high,” Erik explains.

    I go on. ‘Is he with you, Erik? We asked you to look out for him and show him the ropes.’

    “No, man, he is NOT! Kevin is really unhappy, really upset, really pissed off. He did not mean to kill himself, and he’s just so pissed off that you can’t even talk to him. I tried, but Kevin’s attitude is like “Fuck you, man! Get away from me! Fuck you! Fuck you and you and you ad you!  Fuck you, fuck everybody here!”

    I can picture Kevin reacting this way, particularly considering what he stood to lose. I also remember he use to pepper his language with the “f word” a lot when he got older. Kim can’t possibly be comfortable spewing these from her Midwest-raised mouth.

    ‘Uh huh, I bet. He left behind a baby daughter and wife,’ I say.

    “Ohhh!” Kim says in horror.

    “He’s here, but as soon as Kevin pulls his head out of his ass, I’m going to be right there to show him the ropes,” Erik promises.

    It’s comforting to know that, although I no longer have my sweet boy to hold in my arms, he’s there in the spirit world to comfort others in need.

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