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  • March8th

    Eau de Erik

    Posted in: After Death Communication, Afterlife, Channeling, Communication from the dead, Contact with the dead

    Let me preface this entry with a little back story. As is the case with many who suffer with bipolar disorder, Erik self-medicated in the past with alcohol and a variety of drugs. In the last couple of years, however, he had been almost completely drug free. He smoked pot no more than once or twice a month and never drank more than a couple of beers on the weekends. This is not a mom’s overly rosy perspective. It comes from many reliable sources.

    If you remember from one of my earlier entries, Erik assured us that he would communicate with family members using every possible sense, including smell. He laughed as he told us we’d suddenly smell bong fumes so there would be no mistaking his presence. No floral scents, no heavenly spices, no perfumes.

    I had all but forgotten this promise until this weekend. Sunday morning around four A.M, I woke up abruptly from a deep sleep. First of all, I found it odd to wake up in such a manner. I wasn’t sleeping lightly, and I wasn’t having any bad dreams. I just suddenly became highly alert. Then, I noticed a noxious smell in the room. Since it smelled like something was burning, my first concern was that the house was on fire. But there was no smoke and, well, frankly, it didn’t smell like I’d expect a burning house to smell. The odor had a pungent quality to it, like a lighted joint, but different—even nastier! Suddenly, I realized what it was. It was Erik, teasing us as he promised! I laughed and fussed at him for being a little sneak. Then, as abruptly as the odor appeared, it vanished. Always the loving prankster.

  • March5th

    Erik’s Take on Souls and the Afterlife

    Posted in: After Death Communication, Afterlife, Channeling, Communication from the dead, Contact with the dead, Energy, Ghosts and Spirits, Life, Psychic medium, Quantum Physics of the Soul, Struggles, Suicide, The Physics of Consciousness, The Physics of Heaven, The Physics of Thought

    Now that I have an insider, someone with a unique perspective on the “Other Side,” I have such a wonderful opportunity to answer so may questions I’ve been harboring nearly all of my life. Of course, if I had the choice, I’d rather have Erik on this side with me, but he’s not. He’s gone from my arms to another place to which I have no access. Hopefully, the fact that he’s my “inside guy” will prove fruitful as he uncovers the mystical veil that shrouds our eyes from all things spiritual. If it provides comfort to me and others and if it satisfies the burning curiosity of those who yearn to explore the deepest realms of what would otherwise be the “unknowable,” then perhaps his tragic and untimely death will not have been in vain. I’ve am so grateful for all of the knowledge and wisdom Erik has already shared, but greedy for more, I continue my litany of questions. Pandora’s box is agape. The lid cannot be closed. Here is more of the dialog between Erik and me through psychic medium, Kim O’Neill:

    ‘I know you travel Erik, but how do you do that? Do you use your thoughts? If you want to go to Norway, for instance, do you just think about it and you’re there?’ I ask.

    “Well, it depends. I can materialize and dematerialize with my thoughts like you just said, Mom, or if I want I can take a boat or train or bus.”

    ‘So you manifest these things through thoughts?’

    “Exactly But I’m going to want to fly with you guys when you go to Norway for spring break. But if I want, I don’t have to stay on the plane the whole time, of course. Sucks for you that you have to!” he says with a chuckle. “I just do whatever I want to at the moment.”

    ‘Wow, lot’s of free choices there! Can you even travel to different planes and different planets?’

    “Yes.”

    ‘On both counts?’

    “Yes.”

    Nice elaboration but I’ll take what I can get.

    I probe further.’So how many planes are there, planes of existence I mean? Or do you even know, Erik?’

    “Well, as far as I know there are two, the earthly plane and there’s life in Heaven and on other planets. Two or three depending on how you want to look at it.”

    ‘Okay. So what do you look like Erik? What shape do you take? Do you wear clothes? What age do you appear?’

    “Hmm, well when I’m hanging with my buds, I’m like a beam of light, a ball of light. But when I try to materialize there on the earthly plane, I appear the way I did when I died, so you guys know who I am. Remember, Mom, I’ve had a lot of other lifetimes and if I appeared as any one of them, you might not know it was me!”

    ‘Yeah, okay. That makes sense,’ I say in agreement.

    “Now, when you get to the heavenly plane, Mom, I’ll appear to you however you want. Do you want me to be a little boy? Do you want me to be grown up? You don’t have to decide now. Wait till you get here and I’ll be whatever you want—or a beam or ball of light. Ya know, come to think of it, Mom, when you’re in spirit too, it won’t matter to you at all. It won’t matter to you. You won’t be going by how I looked when I was there. You’ll just be interacting with my soul which you will see and feel as a beam of light.”

    At this point, I don’t care what he looks like when I meet him in Heaven. I just want to wrap myself around him and love him and stay glued to the hip. I won’t let him out of my sight. Eventually, I guess they’ll have to peel me away from him, but not without me kicking and screaming the entire time! They’ll be lots of pent up kisses and hugs and love to deliver.

    ‘Okay, so what does the afterlife really look like, Erik?’ I continue.

    “Anything you want it too! Picture life on the earthly plane as living with a real, real gray pair of glasses on. Here, the colors are more vivid than you can ever imagine, a hundred times more than on the earthly plane. (The afterlife) looks like whatever appeals to you at the moment.”

    ‘So what if your buddy wants to appear on a beach, but you want to appear..’

    Erik interrupts me with, “You know what we do, Mom? We play paper scissor, rock, and then we decide! Other souls do other things, but this was my idea!” He laughs and says, “I usually wins, so I like that!”

    Kim chuckles loudly at this remark and says, “That’s funny! That’s interesting, Erik!”

    He goes on to say, “You compromise. One time we go where they want, another time we….and guess what, one of my new buddies taught me how to snowboard, so that’s how I started that.”

    Hmm, I guess ADHD continues in the afterlife too!

    ‘So do your buddies appear to you as beams of light or how they were when they were alive?’

    “To me here in Heaven?” Erik asks.

    ‘Uh huh.’

    “Balls of light kinda like in that movie, Cocoon, when they take their skin off. Oh, but we don’t look like ETs or anything. We look like balls of light. Balls of light. Tell Michelle I said BAWLS!!! She’ll get it cuz it’s a joke of ours.”

    Ha! I think I know that one! Michelle and Erik always had the funniest inside jokes. They use to say “Cheese” in a loud and annoying voice just to irritate Pappa. Worked like a charm every time.

    After a long giggle, I continue with my next question. ‘So are there different levels of souls, like different levels of enlightenment? If so, are they different colors, I mean, how does the whole hierarchy thing work out?’

    “Ah, good question!” Kim interjects.

    “Sometimes the light emitted by a soul is different colors, but it has nothing to do with our enlightenment. It has to do with colors we like.”

    ‘Oh, okay,’ I reply.

    “Just like with Kim, she would emit a blue light,” Erik says.

    “Yeah your right, Erik! Blue is my favorite color! You’re right!” Kim exclaims in excitement.

    ‘Wow, me too!’ I add.

    “Different levels of enlightenment, yes, yes. They’re not segregated, but you sort of hang out with the souls that are sort of, kind of the same caliber you are or with souls you’ve been with before for many past lifetimes who have been either your students or your teachers. Oh, and kindred spirits, too. I mean, everybody interacts with everybody else, but you kind of hang out with souls you’ve been with before. Everybody is a different level of enlightenment, and it depends on lots of things, like the age of your soul, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. Somebody can be an asshole and be an old soul. So being an old soul means nothing. It’s what you’ve done with your time.”

    Pressing for clarification, I ask, ‘So, if you’re too lazy or lack the courage to work on issues while you’re alive, then you might be an old soul, but you’d have a lower level of enlightenment?’

    “Yep, you got it.”

    ‘So what level are you, Erik?’ I pry.

    He laughs loudly and says,” I hate to even think about what level I am! Mom, Mom, after what I just did, it was a big no-no, so I haven’t been exactly working on what I needed to.”

    “Well how do you know? How do you know how enlightened you are as a soul?” Kim asks.

    “When your soul pops out of the body, it has a complete remembrance of everything, and then you do your review, review how you did in that lifetime. Did you do everything that you could have or should have? You judge yourself. Well, I don’t want to use the word “judge.” You measure. You measure how well you did, and then you just try to do better. When you’re here, there isn’t a lot of emphasis on self-criticism, Here, we all realize what a waste of time that is. That’s another real big difference between Heaven and Earth. You know how people are so self-critical, they criticize themselves so much on the earthly plane? Total waste of time! If they just channeled that energy into improving themselves….now don’t I sound like I know jack shit about everything? Ha! How long have I been here? Not long. But I’ve learned a lot! And Mom, I’m still going to therapy.”

    That sounds like a good stopping point. I hate to leave you with a cliff hanger, but if it’ll keep you coming back for more…

    Erik has so much more to share with you. Please be sure to register/subscribe so you can receive email updates for each new entry! Hopefully, your relationship with Erik will grow over time. It is the strength of this bond that will give you comfort and confidence as he guides us all on a journey into the unknown.

  • March2nd

    Is This Woman Crazy?

    Posted in: After Death Communication, Afterlife, Channeling, Communication from the dead, Contact with the dead, Energy, Psychic medium, Quantum Physics of the Soul, The Physics of Consciousness, The Physics of Heaven, The Physics of Thought, The Soul

    I know that there are some who read my blog and think ‘Grief has tossed this lady into the deep end.’ I’d like to address that now for several reasons, none of which have anything to do with my ego, reputation or self-esteem.

    Even before Erik died, I’ve been curious about spiritual matters. Deep inside, I knew that there was more to life than that which is contained in our limited three-dimensional reality perceived by our five senses. If we limit our beliefs to those engrained in us by Western culture and most organized religions, we are left with so many unexplained phenomena. How do psychics see into the past and future? Why do some children have imaginary friends? Why are we visited by our departed loved ones? Why do some children, barely old enough to speak, talk about their past lives? Why are some people born with phobias? Why does thought seem to create reality? The list goes on.

    It seems that the theories I’ve been reading about most closely honor Occam’s Razor which states, in a nutshell, that the simplest theory that explains things is the most likely to be correct.

    Because of my strong science background, I always felt at odds with spiritual matters, even as I felt a deep sense of knowing that the soul survives the body after death, that there is an afterlife, and that there is something to psychic abilities, reincarnation, and other matters that most would relegate to the domain of flaky gypsies and airy-fairy, New Age types. Despite, or perhaps because of this inner war, my search for scientific confirmation began in early adulthood. After Erik’s death, a keen sense of urgency propelled me to unravel the mystery with a more intense passion.

    Much of what I’ve learned has been comforting because hard science is beginning to reconcile science with the mystical. Books like The Hidden Domain, by theoretical physicist Norman Friedman and My Big TOE (Theory of Everything), by nuclear physicist Thomas Campbell have provided painstaking evidence in terms of quantum physics that the mystical is not really hogwash, it’s actually very plausible. In fact, once you read what these and others have to say, there’s almost no denying these spiritual phenomena.

    So why are these enigma so difficult to believe? In our limited physical material reality, we seem to label something as “real” only when we can observe it with our senses directly or with a measuring device that delivers the information to our senses in some way. Thomas Campbell compares our viewpoint to that of a bacterium dwelling in our intestines. Is that bacterium concerned with the nuclear fusion that takes place on our sun or the density and composition of our atmosphere? Of course not; these things have no direct significance to bacteria. Although, like all living things, they depend on the sun’s energy and the density and composition of the earth’s atmosphere, they cannot directly experience either. Their reality includes only that which is potentially knowable to them. Just like our limited perception in this 3-D, five sense reality of ours, the reality of a bacteria seems complete in its perception, even if it neglected to include the money in your bank account, the light bulb in your refrigerator, or the car in your garage. However, these items may indirectly have a profound effect on the current intestinal environment.

    Money, refrigerators, light bulbs, and automobiles are too far removed from the practical, functional, or theoretical scope of bacteria to be comprehended by or to be a direct importance to them. To the bacteria, the source of the food descending from the stomach would seem mystical, right? The economic, social, and physical circumstances and processes that indirectly result in a particular food being deposited into the stomach would seem beyond mystical. The causal mechanisms that drive and order these apparently mystical events and processes are necessarily invisible to even the most brilliant intestinal bacteria. The forces and relationships that govern the growing of wheat as well as the making and marketing of bread falls beyond a bacterium’s theoretical ability to imagine, and therefore lies far beyond the largest reality it can possibly comprehend. Do not be too surprised to find us human beings in a similar situation.

    That said, I believe we are part of a much larger reality where time and space must be redefined or put aside altogether, where thoughts become matter, where souls can enjoy immortality, and where creative energy is infinite. So we must keep an open mind and heed what Erik and other’s say. Once we do, our horizons will expand beyond our wildest expectations, and our perceptions and priorities will undergo radical transformation.

  • March1st

    Channeling Session with Erik, Part Two

    Posted in: After Death Communication, Afterlife, Bereaved, Channeling, Communication from the dead, Contact with the dead, Death, Death of a Child, Dreams, Energy, Ghosts and Spirits, Life, Love, Psychic medium, Quantum Physics of the Soul, The Physics of Consciousness, The Physics of Heaven, The Physics of Thought, The Soul, Visitation

    To continue where we left off in the most recent channeling session with Erik through psychic medium, Kim O’Neill, I pose questions meant to provide details of the abilities and characteristics of souls in the afterlife.

    I ask, ‘Erik, do you have your five senses? Can you taste and smell and touch and so on?’

    “If I choose to, sure.” Then Erik abruptly interjects with reassuring promises for me. “Mom! Mom, I’ll promise you this. I promise I will be here when you get here. And I’m going to come to you in lucid dreams and in those dreams I’m going to say, ‘Mom, you wanna rub my hair?’ ‘Mom, you wanna kiss me?’ ‘Mom, you wanna hug me?’ I’ll let you do whatever you want!” I find this both heartwarming and funny, because, when he was alive, he almost always shirked my kisses and hugs once he became a teenager. I can’t entirely blame him, because I tend to be very sappy and overly affectionate so he had to work hard to dodge my puckered lips, my outstretched arms and my requests for him to snuggle in my lap. I know this promise is in reference to this.

    Erik continues, “I’ve already set aside time for you, and I’ve told everybody that I’ve set aside time for you to kiss me and hug me and have me sit on your lap, and rub my hair.”

    ‘Okay, pencil me in to your schedule, Erik. Put me on your dance card, whatever!” I say with a chuckle.

    “Mom, people over here think I’m being kind of big-headed to think that I’m going to be the first one you want to see over here. But we both know, don’t we? We’re soul mates!”

    ‘Yes, I know, Erik. I’ve always known.’

    After a moment of reveling in our mutual feelings of love and closeness, I proceed with my next question:

    ‘Do you sleep, Erik?’

    “No. I wasn’t crazy about sleeping when I was there!”

    ‘Well you sure did a lot of it!’ I exclaim in disbelief.

    “Oh, I would do it when I had to or when I felt really depressed to sort of escape things, but there were too many things to do when I was there. You remember how I used to like to stay up, Mom? Then I’d sleep when I fell into an exhausted stupor. I always liked the idea of never having to sleep so I could stay busy, so now that I never have to, I love it! And you know what? I think it’s weird that some spirutal beings here choose to sleep cuz they like it and they enjoy it, but I don’t understand that. I think it’s a waste of time. Not that time is the same in Heaven. It isn’t.”

    Kim asks a question of her own. “So what do you do, Erik, when your mom and dad and your siblings are all asleep at night?”

    “Oh! Well, I work on my bike, I go swimming with my friends, I go tubing, I go snowboarding. I’ve taken that up now, snowboarding. Oh, I do a lot of stuff. I either work on something mechanical, or I do something really active. I have a blast! I’ve made a bunch of new friends! They all passed from the earthly plane somewhere from the age of 13 all the way to like 28, 29, male and female and we just have a blast. Sometimes it’s hard to get together, because we’re all so active, but I’m trying to teach them about how important it is to keep in communication with the loved ones they left behind. You know what, Mom? Some of ‘em never even thought about that! They never thought about it. They’re like ‘Well, you mean my parents and siblings would wanna keep talking to me?’ and I’m like, ‘Well fuck yes!! Yeah!’ So I’m encouraging them. You know where I got that idea, Mom? From you!”

    ‘Aw, Erik, now you’re helping people on both sides!’ I say with pride.

    “Yeah and he has a message for his dad,” Kim announces.

    “Tell Pappa I always knew he loved me, and I know he stills loves me”

    “He’s showing me this,” Kim says. “He showing me he’s giving his dad this kind of handshake where they’re not just traditionally shaking hands. It’s like this buddy-buddy handshake.

    I laugh heartily because I know exactly the handshake he’s referring to. He and Rune had this funny handshake that’s impossible to describe completely in words. All I can say is, imagine a used car salesman on a lot in Texas wearing cowboy boots, a cowboy hat, a suit and bolo tie. When he greets his potential prey in a Texas drawl, his arm is at a 90 degree angle at the elbow below waist level as he shoots it forward toward his victim like a heat seeking missile. You gotta be there.

    Erik continues, “Tell Pappa I know he loves me, and he’s the best dad I could have had. Tell him he’s been my father in some past lifetimes, and I chose him this lifetime, because I knew he would help me and he did. He did. Pappa has these moments. I call them black moments. Tell Pappa I’ll teach him how to snowboard!” Always skilled with his comic relief!

    ‘Erik, how exactly do you visit us in dreams?’ I ask.

    “Through electrical energy. You know how you can communicate telepathically where my thoughts or words can pop into your head? It’s one step beyond that. We use our electrical energy to manifest physically in a dream state, and then there’s a step beyond that where we can manifest physically while you’re awake. It’s a whole lot easier when you’re sleeping.”

    ‘Well, give me specifics. Do you clench your fists and grunt or what?’ I ask insistently.

    He chuckles and says, “I conjure up this feeling of goosebumps so that it’s so strong, the more you practice the stronger it gets, and it gets so strong I can’t stand it anymore and it’s like “pop” I’m there in your dream. It’s like I’m inside your head, but I’m also outside of you. It took me a little while to figure out how I can be inside your head but also outside of you at the same time, but now it’s real easy.”

    “So Erik,” Kim asks, “can Elisa visit you, say, while she’s awake or about to go to sleep? Can she say ‘my soul is going to leave my body tonight and I’m going to Heaven to visit Erik.’”

    “Yeah.”

    “How can she do that?”

    “Just talk to her soul and tell her soul that’s what she wants to do.” (I can almost hear him say ‘Duh!’)

    I find this remark interesting because I have recently begun to practice extending my consciousness to him. I tell Kim, ‘Lately I’ve been practicing visualizing his face and wrapping my arms around him, my soul around his, and I feel something, an electrical connection.’

    Erik says, “I really feel that tangibly. Mom, you can really do that! You’re doing that!”

    ‘Oh, that’s wonderful!’ I exclaim. ‘So Erik, what are the different abilities between incarnate and discarnate souls? What can you guys do on the spiritual plane that we can’t do here? I know that your thoughts can create reality a lot faster, right?’

    “Three things are the biggest differences. Number one, we don’t have any issues over here. Number two, we can manifest immediately whatever we want. Number three, we all act at the highest level of our being. There is no awareness of hunger or thirst, being too cold or two hot.”

    ‘Do you feel cold and hot?’

    “Only if we choose to. Like I’m going to Norway with you guys during spring break, and I’ll love feeling the brisk temperatures. I don’t have to. I could be snowboarding and feel no temperature at all.”

    ‘That must be awesome!’ I say.

    “Well, it’s cool, but it’s sort of fun being there too, on Earth, because you make your own way, and it’s sort of cool having no control over most things. It’s sort of cool, and that’s why beings come back, not only to work on their levels of enlightenment and contribute to the lives of other people but also because it’s real exciting in a perverse way to let go of control and just be a part of something bigger than we are while we’re there. And then you know what’s so funny, Mom? We get there and all we do is bitch and moan and piss and complain!”

    I laugh in acknowledgment, saying, ‘That is so funny, Erik!’

    Kim adds, “You know, that’s so funny, because you completely surrender and you do so with a bang when your soul goes into the body of an infant that is completely helpless! Wow!”

    ‘Wow, yeah that’s so true!’ I agree.

    There’s a lot to digest in this short segment, so I’ll save more for the next entries where we will continue to discover, with Erik’s newfound insight, what it’s like to be in spirit. Register to receive announcements for those future posts!

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