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  • August31st

    Dying to Live

    Posted in: After Death Communication, Bereaved, Bipolar disease, Channeling, Communication from the dead, Contact with the dead, Death, Death of a Child, Death of a sibling, Energy, Ghosts and radios, Grief, Grieving, Heaven, Kim O'Neill, Loss of a sibling, Love, Messages from the dead, Pranks from spirits, Sibling relationships, Spirit visitation, Spirits and electrical appliances, Spirits and radios, Spirits working with Energy, Spiritual presence, Struggles, Suicide, Visitation

    After I told my daughter, Michelle, about Erik’s visit to Mariana, she felt happy for yet another sign of his continued existence, but she also felt a little sad that he had not given her a sign in such a long time. After all, Michelle and Erik were very close. They did nearly everything together. Clearly, they are platonic soul mates

    Eventually, when Michelle met her husband, Shane, and then had a baby girl, Erik was often the third wheel, constantly pleading to hang out with them and longing to be a big part of Michelle’s life as he was in the past.

    On the way home from work today, Michelle said, “Damn it, Erik, you gave Mariana a sign. I miss you! Give me a sign now, please!” She extended an open hand toward the passenger seat, hoping to feel the grasp of his hand. Instead, the image of his face with that wide, sappy grin popped into her mind. She could hear him saying, “I’m already here!” while dipping his head and fluttering his eyelids in a flirtatious, lovey-dovey manner. This was a typical way for Erik to show affection through a safe veil of comedy. A sincere and solemn proclamation of love is rarely easy for most, especially a young man.

    Then, Michelle felt her attention drawn to the radio, almost as if Erik was directing her to listen to whatever song was playing. When she heard the lyrics, she instantly knew the message was from him. Please enjoy the song, Several Ways to Die Trying, by one of my favorite bands, Dashboard Confessional. I’ve included the lyrics below the YouTube video, highlighting in bold those I find most meaningful in terms of Erik’s life before and after his death. Indeed, Erik had to die in order to live.

    “Several Ways To Die Trying”

    Pacific Sun, you should have warned us, it gets so cold here.
    And the night can freeze, before you set it on fire.

    And our flares go unnoticed.
    Diminished, faded just as soon as they are fired.

    We are, we are, intrigued. We are, we are, invisible.

    Oh, how we’ve shouted, how we’ve screamed, take notice, take interest, take me with you.

    But all our fears fall on deaf ears.

    Tonight, they’re burning the roads they built to lead us to the light.
    And blinding our hearts with their shining lies,
    while closing our caskets cold and tight. But I’m dying to live.

    Pacific sun, you should have warned us, these heights are dizzying,
    and the climb can kill you long before the fall.

    And our trails go unmarked and unmapped and covered
    just as soon as they are crossed.

    We are, we are, intriguing. We are, we are, desirable.

    Oh how we’ve shouted, how we’ve screamed,
    take notice, take interest, take me with you.

    But all our fears fall on deaf ears.

    Tonight, they’re burning the roads they built to lead us to the light.
    And blinding our hearts with their shining lies,
    while closing our caskets cold and tight. But I’m dying to live.

  • August30th

    Mariana’s Visit from Erik

    Posted in: After Death Communication, Bereaved, Channeling, Communication from the dead, Contact with the dead, Death, Death of a sibling, Dreams, Grief, Grieving, Guardian Angel, Kim O'Neill, Loss of a sibling, Love, Messages from the dead, Psychic medium, Spirit visitation, Spirits and electrical appliances, Spirits and radios, Spiritual presence, Struggles, Suicide, The Soul

    Back in February, I shared with you a lucid dream that a young lady named Mariana had about Erik. Let me refresh your memory with a bit of backstory. Mariana is essentially part of our family, because I tutored her in English throughout grade school. In order to accelerate her grasp of the language, I had her come home with us every day when I picked my own kids up from school. That way, she had the opportunity to receive help with her homework and to socialize with 5 other kids.

    Erik was particularly fond of Mariana, probably because they were so close in age. As soon as he had his first set of wheels, he was eager to spend time with her just to “hang out.” Their relationship has always been entirely platonic and sweet, although I’m sure she wouldn’t have to break his arm to take it to the next level.

    Mariana was, of course, particularly devastated by Erik’s death and often wished she had spent even more time with him, as many of his other friends also wished. For her, losing him was like losing a beloved brother. She often visits his grave, cleans his tomb marker, leaves him little gifts and talks to him. One day, she asked me, “Do you think Erik knows when I come and sit with him in the cemetery?” I told her that I was certain he did, but I promised to ask him at the next channeling session. I don’t believe I’ve ever posted that part of the channeling transcript, but to paraphrase, Erik told me to tell Mariana that he’s there every time she visits. He also said he thought it was “weird” that she treats her visits as such a somber, meditative experience, because, after all, he’s not really there in the ground. But he doesn’t want her to be there alone, and sits with her until she’s finished with the visit. I relayed this information to Mariana, and it seemed to comfort her greatly.

    A couple of days ago, I received the following email from her. I could feel the enthusiasm and excitement in every word.

    Hey Mrs. Medhus!

    I just got home from visiting Erik and I HAD to share this with you right away. Just a few minutes ago I was driving around and I decided to go visit Erik since it’s such a beautiful day. After cleaning his grave and talking to him I went to my car and sat there. I begged him to give him some sort of sign to let me know that he was there with me.. but nothing. As I drove off I turned it on one of his favorite radio stations 94.5 The Buzz and told him to play a song for me to let me know that he was with me. Another song was playing but I didn’t put much attention. I don’t really know how to put this in words, but I was thinking of one song that I wanted him to play. It’s a song by Blink 182 called Miss you. Sure enough after that song was over, Blink 182 started playing. My heart just stopped, and I was SERIOUSLY in shock. I cried tears of joy… he made me so happy :-)

    Just wanted to share that with you! Take care, and I love you.

    Mariana P.

    Clearly, Erik, other deceased loved ones and guides are always going to be there for us. We’re never alone. This is nice to remember when we feel lonely, unloved and small.

  • August29th

    Stephanie’s Miracle

    Posted in: After Death Communication, Communication from the dead, Contact with the dead, Spirits visiting as insects

    Here is a wonderful story of hope and connection. It filled my heart with such joy and comfort that I couldn’t run to the computer fast enough to post it.  Thank you, Stephanie, for sharing this miraculous story with the rest of your Channeling Erik family!

    Stephanie’s Miracle

    I had the most awesome experience last night, and you are the first person (outside of those who witnessed it), that I wanted to share it with.

    My husband and I took our kids to Kennywood (amusement park) last night. We rode a water ride and I got pretty soaked. A few minutes after getting off of that ride, a beautiful butterfly landed on the sleeve of my t-shirt. This has NEVER happened to me, and I thought it was so neat.

    Said butterfly proceeded to get comfortable – he was drinking water from my shirt. He was so calm and unafraid it was eerie. People kept coming up to me to look at it and talk about it. I didn’t want to disturb him, so we stood in the same position for almost 15 minutes.

    My kids were then anxious to ride more rides so we started walking around. My new friend came along. People were pointing and some people even asked if they could take a picture.

    At one point he flew away, but came back about 30 seconds later, which just blew my mind. This time he landed on the front of my shirt. He remained there for about another 15 minutes until my 10 year old begged me to ride a fast ride with her.

    I didn’t want the butterfly to be hurt by the velocity, so I put my finger on my shirt, he got on my finger (again, I was amazed!) and I gently placed him on the branch of a pine tree.

    Riley and I rode the ride. I can’t explain this, but I was feeling very sad and heavy hearted. I kept these feelings to myself, because it sort of seemed silly.  A couple of minutes later, Riley said, “Mom, I feel really sad right now”.  I love that girl!!

    Anyway, sorry to be so long winded, but I feel so changed by that experience. I only wish I knew who the butterfly was!

    Hope you are having a nice weekend!

    Love,
    Stephanie

    Stephanie's Butterfly

    I plan to ask Kim and Erik to share this butterfly’s identity during my next session and will keep you all informed!

  • August28th

    Ask Erik: Zelda’s Question

    Posted in: After Death Communication, Afterlife, Bereaved, Between Lives, Channeling, Communication from the dead, Contact with the dead, Crossing over, Death, Grief, Grieving, Heaven, Kim O'Neill, Mental illness, Messages from the dead, Psychic medium, Spiritual enlightenment, Struggles, Suicide

    I found this part of the session to be very interesting on many levels. For one, Erik provided information before I could even ask any questions!

    Zelda’s Question

    I’d be SO incredibly appreciative (i.e., it would blow my mind) if you would pass this on. My friend was a beautiful guy with a razor-sharp mind and sense of humour to match. I knew him for 20 years! His sudden and shocking suicide — after a highly traumatic first-ever breakdown in midlife (rare!) — blew his partner and friends out of the water. I’m not alone in saying I miss his wit and intelligence and warmth every day and thinking that he’s gone brings tears in a moment. Enough eulogies…

    For your coordinates: My friend’s name was Gordon. He had just turned 49 and committed suicide maybe March 13, 2010. He lived and died in Montreal, Quebec (Canada). I’m 48 and I live on the west coast, in Vancouver, BC (Canada).

    Re a question: Listen, I’d be shocked to hear anything from him. And he was a laser-bright guy; I don’t think he’d let me tell him what to say, even in death. (Come to think of it, I believe that shortly after his death his partner was in fact approached by a woman who said she’d been contacted by him, but I don’t think his partner believed a word of it.)

    In life Gordon wouldn’t have trucked in this sort of stuff and likely would have made a clever and hilarious joke about it. But I’ve believed in reincarnation and such since I was five or six so it all came naturally to me, though nobody — not even my mom, who died when I was 10 — has ever “communicated” with me. Elisa, it’s ironic to say you’re ‘fortunate’ in that you were visited so soon by your son. It goes without saying that you would preferred to have had him in flesh and blood and life (I’m a mother, too).

    Thanks again, take care, and though I’m a standoffish and private person, I have to send love,

    Zelda

    Channeling Transcript

    Me: Now, next one comes from Zelda. She’s 48 and lives on the west coast of Canada.

    Kim: Oh! Pretty area!

    Me: I know! Uh, let’s see. She had a friend, Gordon, who just turned 49 and committed suicide this past March. He died in Montreal. Anyway, uh—

    Kim: I’m already getting information from Erik, Elisa.

    Me: Oh, okay! Fire away then!

    Erik: Nobody really knew Gordon. They thought they did, but they didn’t. He was suicidal from the time he was a teenager. He was battling depression, but it was something he was able to hide really, really well. I know Zelda probably thinks this was some midlife crisis, but it really wasn’t that at all.

    Me: Yeah, I think that’s what she said everyone thought.

    Erik: Dude’s got a funny sense of humor, smart, charming–funny ass guy–sensitive, real enlightened. But holy crap was he ever private! Secretive guy to the point that even the people who thought they knew him inside and out really did not. So this was such a shock to everyone.

    Me: Exactly! That’s what Zelda said!

    Erik (in mock exasperation): Mommmmmm, I know!

    Me: Well, ‘scuse me!

    Erik: He didn’t share this with anyone, because he was a private person. Also, he didn’t share it cuz he knew they’d try to talk him out of it. There were times when he was planning a suicide, and he decided not to do it. Um, like a phone call would come in or somebody would pop in his mind or doorbell would ring, something would happen that took his attention away and the moment would pass.

    Me: Okay.

    Erik: So, it was bound to happen. And anyone who—uh—he didn’t share himself with anyone.

    Me: Is he doing okay?

    Erik: Hell, yeah. Couldn’t be happier. He’s very fulfilled and has a whole bunch of friends. It’s really weird, cuz when Gordon is here in Heaven, he’s very open and secure; he connects with others. When he goes to the earthly plane, he gets very blocked, very frightened, very restrained, emotionally, spiritually, very self-protective, suspicious of others, and it makes him very secretive. But to know him on the earthly plane, you wouldn’t have thought that about him.

    Kim: Elisa, I’ve channeling for 23 years. Gordon is one of the most secretive people I’ve looked into, and I’ve channeled for C.I.A. operatives, so…

    Me: Oh, my gosh!

    Kim: And K.G.B. people, literally. And he is one of the most, if not THE most secretive person I’ve ever looked into.

    Me: Wow! Interesting.

    Kim: And he was able to put forth a completely different—wasn’t play acting or anything like that or trying to fool people—

    Me: There were just two sides to the man.

    Kim: Precisely.

    Erik: That takes a shitload of energy. Damn.

    Me: I can imagine.

  • August28th

    Todd’s Orbs

    Posted in: Orbs

    Channeling Erik family member, Todd, shared these photographs of orbs.

    Hi Elisa,As you can see the two pictures both contain orbs of light.  I have never seen this before when taking pictures with my camera.  The first picture #37 I took right after my youngest son got off the couch.  The second  picture I took of my cousin, you can see the orb right over her left eye.  She was talking to her deceased son and telling him we were trying to capture him on film.

    Orb Photo #37

    Photo #38

    Thanks for sharing these, Todd!

  • August27th

    New Huffpo Article

    Posted in: Channeling

    Hey all,

    My second Huffpo article was just published. I’m hoping you’ll all read it, “become a fan,” share it with all your Facebook, Twitter, and MySpace friends, and make as many comments as you want. If we can broaden the audience, we can help enlighten and provide comfort to more. As I mentioned before, the plan is to help reach as many people as possible through avenues like radio, TV, film, and books so that we can launch our national mission to provide free services to those in distress: the bereaved, the ill, the dying, the fearful and those who have forgotten their spiritual destiny. Those services might include channeling, past life regression, Reiki, RET and education about spirituality and the universe, as well as the quantum physics behind it all. I’m taking suggestions for the name of this non-profit foundation. What about Erik’s Angels? Still a work in progress.

    The link for the article is: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/elisa-medhus-md/a-skeptics-journey-throug_b_692417.html

    Remember: share, share, share the love!

  • August27th

    Michelle’s OBE

    Posted in: After Death Communication, Astral Projection, Bereaved, Communication from the dead, Contact with the dead, Death of a sibling, Dream visitation, Dreams, Grief, Grieving, Heaven, Loss of a sibling, Love, Messages from the dead, Out of Body Experience, Sibling relationships, Spirit visitation, Spiritual presence, The Physics of Consciousness, The Physics of Heaven, The Physics of Thought, Traveling to the afterlife

    Like all of us, Michelle misses her brother, Erik, very deeply. Although everyone’s journey through grief is unique, she and I seem to be going about it in very similar ways. For one, Michelle longs to see Erik, even to visit him in that other dimension. She’s been more disciplined in her practice in the techniques of astral travel, and that perseverance recently paid off. Here’s her amazing story:

    I was lying in my bed around 10:00 PM with my eyes closed. I was very relaxed, so I decided to try astral projection again. I found it was easier to focus my thoughts this time, so I started to peer into the blackness with my eyes closed. With much more meditative success than any previous attempt, I went on to observe really wild flashing lights (with my eyes still being closed). All of a sudden, I could vividly see the detail of a beautiful golden wheat field with a jagged mountain range far off in the distance. My eyes were still closed. It was then that Erik and his girlfriend popped into my thoughts, and I took a short stroll with both of them on a rocky path beside the wheat field. Then came the vibrational stage. My whole body buzzed. It was comparable to a vibrating cell phone going off while touching something hard with a reverberating quality. I also heard a faint buzzing sound. Pretty soon, my existence consisted solely of my conscience. I could sense Erik and his girlfriend next to my bed, rooting my soul on during its attempted exodus from its carnal body. “Come on, come on; you can do it!” Erik was pounding his fist on my bed fervently. I tried to hold my focus by continuing our walk together, but I suddenly snapped out of it. I was too excited. The effort was kind of exhausting, so I decided not to push it and try again some other day. Bad freakin’ ass!

    Now, I’m determined to follow her footsteps and practice these techniques regularly. It takes patience, but the payoff, well, there are no words…

    Playing with Michelle

  • August27th

    Will the Real Erik Medhus Please Stand Up?

    Posted in: Bereaved, Bipolar disease, Crossing over, Death, Death of a Child, Death of a sibling, Grief, Grieving, Heaven, Life, Loss of a sibling, Love, Mental illness, Sibling relationships, Struggles, Suicide

    Yesterday, Danielle brought an astute observation to my attention. Although Erik does nearly all the “talking” when he shares his insight, what do we really know about him as a being? Clearly, some of his qualities shine through his actions and his words, but there is so much more to this complex spirit than meets the eye. As a mother, I know Erik well: every gift, every imperfection, every nook and cranny of his very soul. Only he knows himself better than me.

    As a child, Erik had a keen eye for beauty. He adored women and was not afraid to tell them how beautiful their hair or eyes or dress was. His love for the female spirit was so deep, he proposed marriage to several teachers in preschool. Whenever he walked with his classmates, he’d get distracted by every flower, every insect, every weed, and would stoop to admire these things, much to the dismay of his teachers.

    Erik also adored all things macho. He loved military garb and paraphernalia. He loved motorcycles, motocross, motor anything. He enjoyed working on engines, fixing his friend’s cars, installing stereo systems and lift kits for them. He was truly a man’s man.

    Erik longed to participate in all the sports his father engaged in: motorcycle racing, motocross, slalom skiing and other activities that caused me,  as a mother and wife, to close my eyes and cringe. But he was clumsy like me, and Rune is a very protective father, so Erik never did get to participate in all of those death-defying endeavors to the extent that he wanted. How ironic. I think his clumsiness is a sign that, like me, Erik is more comfortable in spirit than in the physical.

    As masculine as Erik was, he was also a sensitive boy. He instinctively knew when people needed a hug or a kind word of encouragement. Even as young as 9 months old, he would pat our backs to comfort us when we held him in our arms to provide him with comfort!

    Erik never wanted to upset anyone. I remember one day when he was around two or three years old, I brought him home from the pediatrician’s office, thighs and arms littered with bandaids from immunizations and blood tests. It had been a tough afternoon for the little guy. But when his father asked how he was, Erik answered with smile on his tear stained face, “I have a good time.”

    As he grew up, Erik’s charm and charisma only blossomed more. Oh, and that smile, that laugh could light up a room. He never knew a stranger and would talk the ear off of anyone he met. As much as he could talk about his life, he was even better at asking about theirs. Erik was a master at listening to others with great patience and compassion. And he reached out to those he felt were struggling like him. I can’t begin to count the number of “strays” he brought home for Mama’s cooking and the nurturing companionship of our family.

    Erik’s sense of play was infectious. He loved being silly, playing pranks, and crafting wonderful jokes for all to enjoy. None of these were mean-spirited. They were all loving and endearing.

    Erik had noble priorities compared to many of his peers in our socioeconomic class. He was far from spoiled and was grateful for everything he had and often said so. He loved to share, to give to others. What he cared the most about was family and friends. Erik was never a petty person with false pride. He had a big heart and soul and was quick to apologize sincerely when he said or did something hurtful, even to his siblings.

    All of this doesn’t begin to scratch the surface of the being that is Erik. He had his imperfections, like we all do, but they were few and insignificant. I could go on for pages and pages, but writing this reminds me of why I miss him so much, why my grief is so deep and relentless, and why I sometimes long to be with him. So I think I’ll stop now.

    Erik Rune Medhus

  • August26th

    Ask Erik: Nate’s Questions

    Posted in: After Death Communication, Afterlife, Bereaved, Between Lives, Bipolar disease, Channeling, Communication from the dead, Contact with the dead, Crossing over, Death, Death of a Child, Dream visitation, Dreams, Grief, Grieving, Guardian Angel, Heaven, Kim O'Neill, Life, Love, Mental illness, Messages from the dead, Past Life Regression, Past lives, Psychic medium, Spirit visitation, Spiritual enlightenment, Spiritual presence, Struggles, Suicide

    Nate contacted me months ago about a dream he had where he was snowboarding in a beautiful hilly landscape. When I asked Erik about the dream, I really didn’t remember the details, because it had been a couple of months since Nate shared it with me. Unless I’m mistaken, I don’t believe Nate knew anything about Erik’s love for snowboarding in the afterlife, so the dream, which he shares below in his response, is truly an amazing testament to the existence of the world of spirit.

    Nate also said he experienced a great deal of toe pain in the dream, as if the boot clamps were too tight. Indeed, Erik had trouble with an ingrown toenail on his big toe, which made it difficult, sometimes even unbearable, for him to wear snowboarding boots, ski boots or wakeboard boots whenever it flared up. Please enjoy Nate’s story.

    Nate’s Questions

    I’d like to ask Erik if that dream was an attempt to communicate with you and if so why? I’d like to ask if you two were connected in the past, too and what role you play in all of this. Lastly, I’d like to ask about Barry. How did he die? Why was he schizophrenic? Was this his destiny? Was he hear to teach something? Learn something? Both? How is he doing now?

    One of the reasons I really started an inward spiritual journey, especially my recent daily meditation practice and yoga is to investigate my mind…and really work on cleansing it in a way. It’s so strange. For much of my life there’s been this underlying unhappiness, although, I wouldn’t characterize it that way. My mom always tells me that she wishes I was just happy. The thing is, I’m definitely not unhappy in a depressed kind of sulking way. It’s more like something’s missing. It really, really bothers me in my professional life, since I really don’t like my career, mainly because of the lack of meaning. I often wish that I could be like my co-workers and just be happy with my job and happy to come into the office to do what I do. And I don’t mean meaning like I need to save the world or be some well-known person. I was a line cook while I was in school, and I actually found great satisfaction and meaning in my job. It’s just this ‘feeling’ that’s always been with me that something is missing, or I’m not doing the right thing. I don’t know; sometimes I chalk it up to my sensitive/introverted/empathic nature. Other times I’m not so sure. I certainly do feel guilty about it a lot since I have nothing to complain about. I have an awesome wife, great family, good health, a job, etc.

    Ok…this is a bit of rambling, so maybe back on topic? So, at any rate, after reading some of this stuff I’m wondering if there would be anything in past life regression that would help.

    My age is 32 and I live in Chicago, IL

    Barry was 25 when he passed in March, 2005. I’m not sure of the city of death. The obituary said a memorial service was to be held in Key Biscayne, FL and then another one in St. Louis Park, MN.

    Take care and let me know if you need anything else.

    Peace,

    Nate

    Channeling Transcript

    Me: This next one comes from a very sweet man, Nate. He’s 32 and lives in Chicago. He had a very good friend named Barry who had schizophrenia and died at the age of 25 either in Florida or Minnesota, not sure which. First of all, Erik, was the dream he had your attempt to communicate with him, with Nate and if so, why?

    Erik: Yes, yes…to thank him for all he did for Barry. I wanted to show Nate how awesome it is over here so he wouldn’t worry about Barry or anything. Barry is here with me in Heaven, and he’s like so damn relieved that lifetime is done, OVER! He says it was a suicide.

    Me: Oh, okay. You’re still a step ahead of me, Erik!

    Erik: And, um—

    Me: Was it his destiny to commit suicide?

    Erik: Yep. Dude always knew he wasn’t going to live a long, long life, even as a little kid.

    Me: Oh!

    Erik: Nate was really kind to him. He was a good friend and went above and beyond the call of duty, even when it was hard to be his friend. Barry and me, we hang out a little bit.

    Me: Oh, good!

    Erik: Yeah, we get together and, uh, when we get together, we discuss philosophy, you know, what our beliefs are and what we can see and what our perspectives are coming from two very different spiritual backgrounds, both of us having killed ourselves and all. Sometimes we go snowboarding, too, but mostly we hang out and talk.

    Me: Okay.

    Erik: And so, Nate is going to be visited by Barry several more times, but then Barry is going to be reincarnating on the earthly plane.

    Me: So why was he schizophrenic?

    Erik: It was something he chose to work through to affect him and those around him. People choose to be schizophrenic for different reasons, but Barry chose it to learn about patience, about pacing himself on the earthly plane, about self-indulgence, uh, hang on.

    (pause)

    Erik: About asking others for help, so he chose it for some pretty major reasons and to launch into some pretty big issues. He was hoping that with such a serious condition he’d make a lot of headway with those issues.

    Me: I can imagine. Was he there to teach anything, too?

    Erik: In this last lifetime, Barry was there on the earthly plane mostly to learn. Usually it’s both, but for him, it was more about learning this time.

    Me: Were Nate and Barry connected in the past?

    Erik: Those two are platonic soul mates. They’ve been in tons of lifetimes together. They’ve been brothers, father and son, mother and daughter; they’ve had a lot of very close relationships. In fact, Mom, in this lifetime, Barry says they weren’t as close in relationship as they usually were. It’s almost like they were two ships passing in the night, compared to other lifetimes.

    Me: Why is that?

    Erik: Nate didn’t really have that much to learn from Barry. They were supposed to share some experiences, but this lifetime was more about Barry learning from others. Nate was not going to be in a position where he could provide Barry with enough adversity that he needed to work from.

    Me: Okay. Nate has one more question. He has this underlying unhappiness. He’s not depressed; he just feels like something is missing. He wishes he could find fulfillment from his job like his co-workers do.

    Erik: He can’t find satisfaction like his co-workers do, because he stands apart from them. Nate’s there as a spiritual teacher, and everyone around him is his student. The type of work they find exciting and fulfilling he finds mediocre. He feels like he’s settling to be there. His guides say it’s perfectly okay for him to acknowledge what he does have, but he also needs to recognize that he’s ready to move on. He’s outgrown what he’s doing, and a good time for him to move on is going to be October. So, I recommend Nate get his resume together and start looking for something else. Eventually, Nate’s gonna be happiest with his own business.

    Me: Okay.

    Erik (chuckling): Nate is the kind of guy who likes to decide when and where he works, how much money he wants to make. He wants to make those choices for himself instead of other people dictating these for him. He’ll have one to two more jobs before he starts his own business. It’ll be in his early forties and he has lots of happiness ahead. But one of the reasons he feels this unhappiness is because he’s completely outgrown what he’s doing and he’s ready to move on.

    Nate’s Response

    Elisa – so good to hear from you!!

    Thanks so much for asking these questions – it really, really means a lot to me.  That’s good news hearing that Barry is okay. The dream that I had was basically me snowboarding.  Although I don’t snowboard, I do (or used to) downhill ski quite a bit.  In fact, Barry and I along with a bunch of other friends stayed in Winter Park Colorado during one of our winter breaks in college skiing and working in the lodge.  It is one of my fondest memories of my college years.  Barry liked to ski as well. Also, in the dream, I specifically remember my toe hurting and looking down at my foot and thinking ‘why is my foot clamped down that way?’  It was like a metal clamp (more like a cross-country ski) rather than a snowboarding binding.  I remember it feeling so real that I was actually scared at a couple of points b/c I was going up and down these crazy hills.  If felt real, but it was almost like a video game or something (i.e. the terrain I was snowboarding on would never be on a ‘real’ mountain).

    I miss Barry a lot and he did seem to be some sort of soul mate or something.  It’s crazy how you meet some people and there’s just this natural connection.  I felt like that with Barry.  We had so much in common and were very alike in our personalities.  It just boggles my mind that I had this great friend in college who I lost contact with, then found out he passed, then found your blog and asked these questions and now your son and him occasionally hang out.  It’s crazy, it’s neat and well, I don’t know.  It’s hard to put into words.

    BTW – I can’t remember, but did I tell you anything about my current job (like even mentioning I don’t like it)? The comments mentioned about that really hit home.  A lot of my current ‘stuckness’ comes from not being happy in my work.  Actually, I’ve never been happy in the work I’ve been doing.  I’m really making a conscious effort to change that and re-evaluate what my passions are, what I’m naturally good at and what I can share with the world.  I’m involved in a course right now to help me do this.  The last comment is so dead-on.  When I think about what would be some of the things that would bring me fulfillment, it’s:  setting my own hours, choosing where I work (e.g. DEFINITELY not in an office everyday), and choosing who I work with, which is why I’ve been exploring entrepreneurship.  I’m still working on what kind of business I could start.  Baby steps are being made, so I’m definitely happy with that.

    Again, I want to thank you so much for doing this.  What you are doing is amazing and it truly is a blessing to have met you and Erik!

    Much metta to you!!

    Nate

    I know I’ve said it before. In fact, I probably sound like a broken record. But the truth is, Erik and I are blessed to have met you all. We receive so much more than we give, and we love you all. Thanks so much for giving Erik a chance to find meaning and fulfillment at last.

  • August25th

    Ask Erik: Kathleen’s Questions

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    Kathleen’s Questions

    I am the “stepmother” of XXXX. She wrote to you about her dad coming to her and hugging her one month after he died. She told you in her email that she had lost the three most important men in her life to death. This man that died, her father, was named Gregory. He was my soul mate for the past one and a half years. I waited half a century for this man to come into my life. One unhappy night I had even prayed for a man with his character to come into my life and God answered my prayers then.

    I had a life before meeting Gregory, three wonderful children and a marriage to a man that ended after thirty years in a very painful divorce.  I could not have known then the joy that awaited me in my future.  Gregory was my reward for all the suffering and alienation that I went through in my three year-long divorce. I had lived a large life, and then it became very small. It was not something that I couldn’t adjust to, and I found myself very much happier in many ways. Then I met this force of nature that was embodied in this splendid man, Gregory. I was back at college going for a fine arts painting degree, and I met only by “chance” this artist, a sculptor. His work in wood poly chromed figures was so emotional and made with whimsy and many, many layers of lacquer, that they were almost Asian in sensibility.  It is ironic that perhaps his most profound piece of sculpture was entitled “Grief” made after the death of his son some twenty years ago.

    I put the word chance in the previous paragraph in quotes because we eventually found out that we had been in the same physical spaces four times in our lives and our paths, while they had crossed, had never met. This included by the way, being at the same art gallery show on the same night. The Universe had a plan for us to have met. I just wish that it had been sooner. But I am sincerely grateful to have had every day that I did have with him.

    He and I were so connected to each other in this life, we could feel each other’s pain, joy, and thoughts.  The phrase that “he completed me” seems trite, but that is how it was for both of us; we completed each other.

    I explained to XXXX that I felt as if a part of my own soul had been amputated and that I was suffering a sort of “phantom limb pain” that comes after an amputation. It was so painful to feel this loss, and then it was multiplied with the sensation that he is not around me. I can’t feel him. My belief is that he around us, all of his loved ones, but I, the one that was so connected to him, cannot feel him around me, the sensation of that. What I don’t know is why I am not feeling his soul presence around me. Is there some reason? And why he had to leave this earth now? We finally had coalesced all of the details of our lives and had planned to be married. I know that he died in his sleep and that he was so happy and joyful for the future we planned together. I had spoken to him for two hours the night he died. He repeated everything that I knew he felt about me, and it’s somewhat comforting to have had that wonderful conversation to remember.

    I am grateful that he had a “peaceful” death, but I am having doubts about if he suffered or had warning. Did he wake? He was terrified of death for the years that I knew him, but had even come to some sort of acceptance in later years. He was vital and able up to the day he died, and we will never know what killed him. There was no autopsy. It just haunts me so.

    If there is any way that your beloved son Erik can find his way to connect with him and let us know the answers to the questions below? He died in Brattleboro Vermont, age 76. My name is Kathleen, age 61, at present in Jupiter Florida.

    Here are my questions:

    *I feel that I should move to Brattleboro, VT, Does Gregory think this is the right/good thing for me to do or should I stay in Florida? Why/ why not?

    *I want him to validate if the knife incident in the kitchen was him giving me a message, and what was the intended message?

    *What was it that killed him in his sleep—-stroke/ heart attack/ other? Was he aware of it at the time or in pain /or fear or have a premonition about his death?

    *Why do I not feel him around me, it just hurts me so not to feel him protecting me and I seem to need that so much.

    * This is an extra one in case he can’t answer any of the other questions above for some reason. Did we have other lives together like I dreamed we did, and will we find each other earlier next time?

    Thank you Kim, thank you Elisa, thank you Erik!!!!

    XOXO Kathleen

    Channeling Transcript

    Me: Ready for another one, Darling Boy?

    Erik: ‘course!

    Me: This is from Kathleen. She’s 61 and lives in Jupiter, Florida. Um, let’s see. She lost the love of her life, Gregory, in Brattleboro, Vermont at the age of 76. The grief has been intense for her. She feels like a part of her is missing, absolutely—

    Erik: It is! It is, Mom! Kathleen feels like a big part of her life is over. Yeah, it sucks, man! It totally sucks. I got Gregory right here, and he wants to say something. Let me ask him.

    Me: Oh, okay, that’s wonderful!

    (long pause)

    Erik: He says he’s been trying and trying and trying and trying to make contact with her. He had no idea he was gonna die when he did. No idea, so he didn’t get any warning.

    Me: Yeah, that was one of her questions, actually!

    Erik (chuckling): Mom, I know that. How do you think I round up all this information and these spirits ahead of time? I cheat and look at the questions first!

    Me: Well, I’ll still give you an A+ Sweetie.

    Erik: Anyway, Gregory says he was stunned and shocked and astonished when he looked down and his soul had popped out of his body. He knew there was no way to go back into his physical body. There was no way to save him. Hang on.

    (pause, presumable so Erik could listen to Gregory)

    Erik: A massive heart attack, he’s talking about heart failure. No one could have done anything for him. He didn’t have any pain, no suffering at all. And he says all he could think about was Kathleen; that’s all he thought about: Kathleen, Kathleen, Kathleen. They’re romantic soul mates. They’ve been together in many, many past lifetimes, and one of the reasons she feels so devastated is because this is the last lifetime for both, and he’s already back here in Heaven. He’s just waiting for her now. He says she still has some life to live before she can go back to him. And it’s miserably painful for her to be there on the earthly plane without him.

    Me (sadly): Okay.

    Erik: It’s a little bit easier for him here in Heaven without her, because he understands that they’ll be together forever, and time is not really the same here. It’s not so painfully slow like it is there sometimes.

    Me: Yeah, I can understand that.

    Erik: But he’s with her all the time, all the time.

    Me: Oh, yeah.

    Erik: And Kathleen still has work to do there on the earthly plane, or she wouldn’t still be there. The work she has to do involves…it involves, uh…volunteering. She still has a life’s work to get into, and she still has another 15-20 years on the earthly plane at least. Mom, that’s not gonna make her happy to hear this. She gonna shit bricks.

    Me: Erik!

    Erik: Well she is, Mom! I know you feel like that sometimes. I know this. The idea of this is not going to make her happy. I’m just sayin’…

    (pause)

    Erik: She needs to know number one, this is her last lifetime, number two, Gregory is right there with her; she can talk to him any time she wants, number three, he’s gonna wait for her; he’s not going anywhere until she passes in many years to come. They’re going to be living together here in Heaven and working together as guardian angels. They used to work together as guardian angels when they were both here in Heaven!

    Me: Oh, they did before?

    Erik: Uh huh. They do in between all of their earthly lifetimes, and when Kathleen comes back to Heaven and is with him again, they’re going to be working together like that.

    Me: Aw, that’s good!

    Erik: Now she’s supposed to be conducting guardian angel work on the earthly plane, her in the physical and him in spirit.

    Me: Like a spirit/earth tag team!

    Erik (ignoring my little joke): And the reason she chose that is because she felt that some of the human beings she has been guiding as a guardian angel do not listen to her as much when she’s in spirit. So she thought, “Well, if Gregory is in spirit and I’m in human form, and we’re working together as guardian angels, me here, him in Heaven, the human beings that I’m supposed to be impacting are going to have a much tougher time ignoring me if I’m in human form.” That’s what she’s supposed to be doing.

    Me: So she thought up this plan in—

    Erik: Yeah, when she was here last, here in Heaven.

    Me: Oh!

    Erik (with great emphasis): Kathleen has GOT to work on her channeling abilities!

    Kim: Let her know that if she wants, tell her to download my free one hour angel tutorial on the opening page on my website. And tell her if she emails me her address, I’ll send her a copy of my book, How to Talk with Your Angels, and that’s all she needs!

    Me: Aw, that’s so sweet, Kim! Oh, and another thing is, she feels like she needs to move to Brattleboro. Does Gregory think this is the right thing to do?

    Erik: God no, God no! She should stay in Florida. She’d have a difficult time struggling through the winter. She’s familiar with the winter; that’s not the point. It’s just that she’s going to be much happier in Florida. If she moves to Vermont, she’ll end up moving right back. Gregory says he can guarantee that.

    Me: Okay. She also wants to know something about a knife incident, she—

    Erik: That was Gregory; he says it was him. He wanted to let her know that he’s there in a way that would get her attention without scaring the crap out of her.

    Kim: You know, spiritual beings walk a fine line. They want to get our attention, but they don’t want to scare us too badly. To get our attention, they often have to do something a little out of the ordinary—

    Me: Yeah, without freaking us out.

    Kim: Yes, exactly. And we’re easily frightened, so it’s a fine line that they walk.

    Kathleen’s Response

    Dear Elisa,

    I have not had the chance to write you back after your generous channeling of my lost love Gregory on Aug. 25th.

    The past month has been spent on the road and a three thousand mile trip.  I went to Vermont to be with Natasha and the children after buying some sculpture back from a collector so that we would each have a piece to own.  We were like the shoemakers children with no shoes on that count.  I also visited with all my children in various cities.

    I am blown away by the fact that a question I had not even asked was answered. It was foremost in my mind but I did not have the courage to ask it.  It was: had he gone first to be there to help me over and was I about to die soon?  His first response was to answer that and tell me that I had more time here to do some work I had to finish.

    I so much appreciate the validation of certain incidences that were indeed Gregory coming back to me in the only way that he can now.  I have still not felt him as I wish to, but I know that he is around me.  My grief is just too great for now for me to feel him.  I am trying to be more light in my spirit but still just miss his presence so much.  He was my constant star, my compass, my protector.

    I just could not write before this.  You know how it is.  I am functioning and slowly dealing with it all, but it is just very hard right now.

    Thank you belatedly for all your help and Erik’s help along with Kim.  I feel your compassion towards those who are suffering with the grief and loss. I am home now and read the month worth of writings that I had missed on the road.  You are doing such a service for all of us, You have to know that this is such a mission that you were meant to do.  Almost a quest of sorts.

    It meant the world to me. God bless.

    Love and light,

    Kathleen

    PS I almost forgot- he always used to repeat my name over and over like that- and when he called me the night he died, he said my name just like that three times and said he loved my name, how much it fit me and that it was so classy and that he had never known a Kathleen and was glad to have met and known and loved me

    Look Erik, I have no problem with you scaring me. Hide behind the couch, then jump up and say “Boo” the minute I enter the room. Whatever. I just long to see you.

    It’s nice to know we have guardian angels like Kathleen steering us lovingly in the right direction. For that, I send her my love, my gratitude, and my prayers.

    If you haven’t friended me on Facebook yet, please feel free to do that. Friend Erik Rune Medhus, too. I know he’d get a kick out of that.

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