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  • September30th

    One of our Channel Erik family members wrote a lovely poem in honor of Erik. For me, it was enough for Paul to share his wisdom with us, so this is simply the icing on the cake. Read this one carefully and think about a loved one when you do. The words will tug at your heart strings. I suppose the only good thing about grief is that its intensity is directly proportional to the love we have for those we have lost. The love we feel for them and the love they feel for us is like never-ending ripples across our soul, our heart and the deep pool of tears that endeavors to drown us every day. As I reread this, I will think about all of our precious angels who wait behind that thin but stubborn veil for until the time we will join them in a warm and joyful embrace. For them, it’s but a blink of the eye, but for us, it seems like an eternity. Thank you, Paul. We love you.

    Dear Elisa,
    I wrote a poem in honor of you and your son.  I hope you like it. Love, Paul

    Ripples

    Green mountains jut into the sky,

    like conical zigzags touching the firmament,
    seabirds float on the air defying gravity.

    Ocean liner cuts a path through the fjord,
    creating waves that start from the bow, splitting off port and starboard,
    until the waves become ripples gently kissing the shore.

    When I think of your life in the quietude of my mind I wonder what it all meant.
    You rode waves with recklessness until the whitecaps broke,
    throwing you upon the sand, you laughing all the while.

    Oh, if you were the darkness found at night in a pitch black sea,
    I was the lighthouse beaming rays unto the briny sea,
    hoping you would raise your eyes and find me.

    Didn’t you know that the stars above shone just for you,
    illuminating the hole that you had fallen into?
    Didn’t you know that my love was a light surrounding your soul?

    I watch as ripples generate out, gently vibrating,
    becoming smaller and smaller, until their energy is spent.
    Can anyone hold a ripple in their hands or hold it close to their breast?

    For your life was like a stone skipped upon a pond,
    creating momentary ripples that quietly fade
    as day tenderly becomes night.

    I watch as the ripples of your life awash upon my heart,
    cutting through the impenetrable void
    that threatens to swallow me whole.

    Don’t you know,
    my tears are like a river that cuts a path
    through the fjords of my heart?

    For I may not be able to capture a ripple nor hold it close to my breast,
    but deep inside of me a stream flows
    having snared the ripples of your life.

    Oh my child, my sweet boy, my grief has turned into joy
    for your darkness has become light.
    For your ripples now vibrate in search of broken hearts.

    Oh my child, my sweet boy, as long as I shall live,
    the ripples of your life will break softly upon the shore,
    tenderly capturing the souls lost in a whirlpool of hopelessness.

    I watch as your ripples cut a path through the fjord,
    you ride the waves with such joyful recklessness,
    until you are thrown upon the sand, you laughing heartily all the while.

  • September30th

    Before I share Bella’s story, I’d like to tell you that I’m very excited about a recent channeling session I had with Erik. Much to his delight, I’ve finally started asking questions for the book. My first one was, “Tell me everything you can about what death is like, how the soul reacts to its death, how religious beliefs, skepticism and atheism affects the death experience and what changes in abilities and characteristics the soul has immediately afterwards.” Oh…My…God! Erik had SO much to share. All of it was amazing, comforting, eye opening, jaw dropping. There are no adjectives that can describe what I have learned. I can’t wait to share it all with you! But first, here is sweet Bella’s story:

    Bella’s Questions

    Firstly I’m emailing you because I don’t really want my info being out on the internet since it will never go away so if for some reason you get to my questions please can you use other names & cities that would be wonderful.

    This is about the 2nd or 3rd time my friend has sent me the link to contact you so I guess I will go ahead, perhaps she’s pushing me to do it for a reason. My name is Bella. I’m 33 and live in XXXX. My mother’s name was Colleen & she was 46 when she passed away in 2000 in XXXX. My grandmother was approx 79 (late 70′s at least) when she passed away in 1998. She lived in XXXX, but not 100% sure if she passed there or perhaps Newberry. I was younger at the time & dealing with being a freshman in college/my mom being sick…so I wasn’t exactly there when it happened.

    I feel stupid asking the same generic questions & it’s been so long that I’d hate to get in the way of someone who’s freshly had the passing of a child or something of the like, but as mentioned my friend has pushed a few times. it was always just me & my mom. She was diagnosed around the age of 27, but didn’t start really getting sick until time I could drive at night, open a checking account on my own, basically take over her duties (mind you I was still in high school). My freshman year she went into a nursing home. Again, timing kicked in, like she this time held out just long enough to “see” me graduate. (She would have been too sick to actually go to my graduation). About a week before I was graduating college on a Wednesday, I told her I was graduating. Granted, she was bed ridden, had a PEG tube for feeding, a catheter etc, but she wasn’t sick with symptoms or anything, no fever etc. I saw her on Thursday & she was fine. I didn’t go on Friday. Saturday morning she was asleep & couldn’t be woken up no matter how much prodding was done. Since I hadn’t seen her the night before, I didn’t want her to think I hadn’t come 2 days in a row, so I went back that evening after work. She still wouldn’t wake up. I knew something wasn’t right, but the nurses just told me some excuse about her roommate being rowdy the night before. Anyway, 5am that night I got a call, she’d passed.

    I was ok seeing her in her bed at the nursing home; she just looked like she was sleeping, but I wasn’t prepared to see her laying on the metal slab under a white sheet at the funeral home. That night I had a nightmare about it. Well it started as a nightmare anyway, my brain processing seeing her laying on the slab. She was getting up, flesh rotting off, like a monster etc & instantly when I became afraid I think my dream switched from a dream to my grandmother giving me a vision of her walking my mother to the “white light”. the white light however were all the souls waiting to greet my mom. My grandmother was showing me that my mother was ok. I’ve had a few other instances where when I visiting my grandmother’s old town &/or grave (3 times to be exact) the same song would play as soon as I’d get back in the car. The point being is I often feel like my grandmother might be around, but rarely feel like my mother is. I was obviously rather close to my mom, but in other ways I feel like I don’t know her at all. As a teenager you don’t really know your parents as people, as friends. I often feel an emptiness of missing my mom, missing the guidance that others take for granted. So I guess is there anything that my mother or grandmother would like to say to me? Do they visit? By the way, I rarely remember dreams, so I think besides that one dream I’ve only had one other right after she passed,. so if they’re visiting while I’m sleeping I’m not remembering it.

    One other selfish question, I’ve never really dated much at all & I’ve always felt like I’m missing someone, a singular someone. I don’t necessarily think there is a soulmate for people. I think people come & go when they’re supposed to, but my entire life I feel like I’m missing someone. I’ve been incredibly blessed in the friend department, but something’s always been missing. Is he ever going to show up? My eggs are starting to rot! I kid, but I joke with my mom/grandma that they need to quit playing with their grand and great grandchild & send ‘em on down. Any insight?

    Thank you for your time!

    Bella

    Channeling Transcript

    Me: This one is from Bella. She’s 33 and lives in XXXX. He mother’s name is Colleen. She was only 46 when she passed away in XXXX. Her grandmother was 79 when she passed away. Uh, oh gosh, I don’t think she gave me her name! Anyway, Bella’s mother was diagnosed, I think with Diabetes when she was 27. I’m not really sure if that’s what she had, but given the history, it sounds like it. But she really didn’t start getting sick until Bella was able to take over the household duties and take care of herself. It seemed like she held on just long enough to see her graduate. After Colleen died, Bella had a nightmare, but then dreamed that her grandmother took her into the light. Anyway, she sometimes feels her grandmother around, but not her mother. So is there anything either of them want to say to Bella?

    Erik: Both women are very strong around her, and the mom does visit, but she keeps a little bit of a distance. She watches more than interacts. The grandmother participates more.

    Me: Okay. How come?

    Erik: The grandma is more matriarchal.

    Me: So, I don’t get it. Why doesn’t the mom interact? Is it because the grandma is too bossy and she can’t get past her?

    Jamie (Laughing loudly): Is that the case? What’s going on, Erik?

    Erik: Oh, no. That’s not the way it is at all. The mom is still holding on to a little guilt for having to leave Bella so early, leaving all that shit, that burden up to the daughter.

    Me: Oh.

    Erik: And she feels really bad that she didn’t speak with her daughter about death and about what would happen and what her role would be. Colleen just kinda ignored it thinking it would be easier, you know, to just let it go.

    Me: Well gosh, isn’t there anything Bella can do to help her mom feel okay about coming forward and interacting more?

    Jamie: Yes! If Bella wants to, she can sit down and make a quiet space, talk out loud and tell her mother that all is forgiven, that she understands, now, that her mother was trying to protect her. But then, she needs to explain, to the mother, how it would have felt if she had spoken up. Then, she can say that it’s all like water under a bridge.

    Me: Okay.

    Erik: What is done is done. Bella can tell her, “I forgive you, and I’ll pretend that you held my hand and told me these things.” Then the mom will kinda ease up, lighten up and be more interactive in Bella’s life, dream state and physical state. Bella is really good at getting that goosebump feeling like I give to you, Mom. It’ll be like, oooo, we have a presence, that kind of a thing.

    Me: Okay, good! Um, does the mother or grandmother have anything they want to say?

    Erik: Wait, I want to say that the grandma walked Colleen right in to the light. That’s why Bella had the dream.

    Me: Yes! Was the grandmother just trying to tell Bella that—

    Erik: Colleen was okay? Yep. The grandmother is pretty quiet. She’s trying to let the mom speak. She just wants Bella to know that everything is peaceful here and everyone is where they need to be. She also wants to tell Bella that her life will be full of other challenges, but none that she can’t overcome, none as hard as what she’s already been through. She’ll never be pushed to that point where she was.

    Me: Well, thank God! It must have been so difficult for a teenager to deal with all that. Now, she also wants to know if she’ll every find her Mr. Right and have kids. She doesn’t necessarily believe people have soulmates. She kids but she says her eggs are starting to rot so she wants her mom and grandma to stop playing with her eventual kids and send them on down!

    Jamie: They’re both giggling and telling her, “Maybe she should get over the idea that there are no soulmates” and focus on that one that is hers. They’re telling her that when she has time, she needs to write down all the things she wants in a relationship and in a man.

    Me: Will that help manifest it?

    Jamie: You got it!

    My hat is off to Bella. Not many young women can cope with the challenges that were thrown into her path early on. I wish I had had the time to ask why both Bella and Colleen chose to suffer the way they did. What lessons were to be taught and learned? Like a Phoenix, Bella has risen from the ashes of tragedy to prevail. Some man, waiting in the wings, will be very lucky to spend his life with her.

  • September29th

    Cheryl’s Questions

    Hi Elisa!  I was so surprised and shocked to receive your quick response.  Thank you! I am 54 years old and live in Indianapolis, Indiana. Joseph (father)  was 73 years old when he passed away in Canton, Ohio. Lillian (sister) was 56 when she passed away in New York City. David (brother) was 49 when he passed away in Oakland, California

    My questions:

    Does my sister Marcia age 56 who has early onset dementia know what is happening to her?

    Was it their destiny (Joseph, Lillian and Perez) to die they way they did?

    Do they have any messages for me and/or others in the family?

    Can my guides help me understand what it is I am supposed to be doing with the rest of my journey here?

    Thank you so incredibly much for your time.

    Cheryl

    Channeling Transcript

    Me: Okay, this one is from Cheryl. She’s 54 years old. Um, her father, Joseph, was around 73 when he passed away in Canton. Lillian, her sister, was 56 when she passed away in New York City. David, her brother, was 49 when he passed away in Oakland.

    Jamie: That’s her family.

    Me: Huh?

    Jamie: That’s her family, almost her whole family.

    Me: Yeah.

    Jamie: All in spirit.

    Erik: Her father is so freakin’ cute!

    Me: Aw!

    Erik: You know when you see little old men who are cute?

    Me: Yes!

    Erik: You just wanna hug ‘em.

    Jamie and I: Yes!

    Erik: Well that’s how he looks.

    Me: Was it their destiny to die the way they did?

    Erik: Yep.

    (Pause)

    Me: Okay, why? (I feel like I’m trying to milk a cow here.)

    Erik: Well that’s how they designed it before they came into that last lifetime, duh!

    Me: So are you saying they finished their spiritual contracts?

    Erik: Yep, and two of ‘em were really, really short, unexpected, and one of ‘em wasn’t.

    Me: Okay.

    Erik: But that was what they wanted. They didn’t want to know when they were about to die. They didn’t want to have to live and handle that knowledge.

    Me: Okay, so she has a sister, Marcia, who is still alive. She has early onset dementia. Does she know what’s happening to her?

    Erik (laughing): The father says, “Some days yes, some days no.”

    Jamie: I guess that’s how it goes, huh?

    Me: Yes, sure. But why are your laughing about it, Erik?

    Erik: It’s just the way he says it. It’s so friggin’ cute. Anyway, in the deep comprehensive idea of it, no she does not. She only has moments of awakening.

    Me: Okay. Is this her destiny to have this problem?

    Erik: Yes, to be humble enough to accept help.

    Me: Oh! Yeah. (pause) Do any of you have any guidance or messages for Cheryl or anyone else in the family? Any of you wanna say something? Here’s your chance!

    Jamie: The sister wants to speak up quickly and wants to say she and Joseph and David loves Cheryl very much, and she wants to thank her for helping out with the family when everything kinda “went wrong.” So it looks like everyone’s death was kind of in sequence?

    Me: Hmm. Okay. I don’t really know.

    Jamie: So, just about when you’re done with one, something else is happening.

    Erik: She’s showing remorse that Cheryl had to dedicate so much time to grief management than living her own life. She’s talking about her nephew. Lillian says she keeps a special eye on him. But she says, other than that, everything else is really well and that she isn’t going to have this disease. Okay, she’s talking about the dementia and the cancer.

    Me: Well that’s good! Now she also wants to know what it is she’s supposed to be doing with the journey she has there.

    Erik: Her dad lifts her arms up.

    (pause)

    Erik: He talks about purging how she feels.

    Jamie: It’s weird, like I had a hard time swallowing, like I just wanted to throw up. It’s a real uneasy feeling, but he says it’s about pulling everything from the inside out and really finding out who she is, because she’s ignoring herself and trying to keep up with everybody else around her.

    Erik: So the rest of her life should be dedicated to knowledge and spiritual drive of self.

    Jamie (laughing): The sister says, “And pampering!”

    Me; So she’s supposed to quit pampering others or pamper herself?

    Jamie: Pamper herself.

    Me: I know how that is! Lillian and Joseph could be saying the same dang thing to me!

    Cheryl’s Response

    OMG Elisa I have deep chills and goose bumps. after reading this.  I am so happy to hear from you.  It is so true I think about everyone else before myself and have really been thinking about my spirituality lately.  It is also true about Marcia because I spent a week with her in July and some days I felt she was there and others not so much.  I’m so glad there is no deep comprehension there.  So glad to know I won’t get the illnesses too, I’ve been worried about that.  I will certainly focus on my spiritual journey and try to pamper myself.  I love how Erik said my Dad is so friggin cute…Can’t wait for the full transcript.  Elisa Thank you and Erik so incredibly much, I am truly grateful for what you are doing for not just me but for everyone who has reached out to you and Erik.  I’ve always believed that our loved ones are still with us even with they are not in the physical.  Much Love to you and Erik!

    Elisa so sorry I was so anxious to respond I forgot to say that yes Lillian went very fast.  I went to Ohio in October to spend quality time with my father because we knew his lung cancer was terminal and Lillian and my brother in law were there when I arrived.  They were there for one night.  She was extremely healthy and robust, my Dad passed away in May and Lillian had aged to the point were I hardly knew the disease had ravaged her body she looked 80 years old instead of mid 50′s.  She passed away a few months after that sooooo sad…It was Lou Gherig’s disease thanks again.

    Wow Erik is amazing…he seems to be getting way ahead of you Kim or Jamie.  I love that I think he loves helping all of us and that makes me smile.  I think I mentioned this to you before but I think about him all the time, it’s almost like I know him he has a very familiar face, of course I have never met him, but honestly when I look at his picture on the blog he seems very familiar…



  • September28th

    Enjoy this amazing documentary about near death experiences shared by blog member, Nancy. Thanks Nancy!!!

  • September27th

    This next story is about a woman who sacrificed much in her life to care for her ailing parents. It just goes to show you that no good deed goes unpunished (at least here on the earthly plane.)

    Donna’s Questions

    Elisa,

    When my Mother became ill with vascular dementia I quit work to help Daddy take care of her. I have two sisters (the oldest lives out of town) and my middle sister had a daughter in college and I felt my family was in the best position to help Mother and Daddy. Shortly after my Mother passed away my middle sister confronted me about numerous things she had been upset with me doing and we have not spoken since. Daddy’s health started to decline, I was left totally responsible for his care. I had to make many decisions concerning his care and I hope I made the right ones. I would like to know if they feel I did everything the way they would have wanted me to. Also, I would like to know what my Mother thinks I should do about my sister, I just can’t believe my life will end without both my sisters being part of it.  Both my parents were only children, so we have no extended family. We were always a close family and I don’t think this would have ever happened with Mother alive, Daddy just didn’t know what to do. I have tried to reach out to my sister but she does not want to resolve anything. She has also quit communicating with my oldest sister.

    I am sorry this is long, just be thankful I didn’t go into deep detail I could have made this pages long!!!!

    Thank you so much for anything you can find out.

    My parents:

    Jack (89) and Durstyne (83)

    Burleson, Texas

    My name:

    Donna (60)

    Burleson, Texas

    Donna

    Channeling Transcript

    Me: Okay, Sweetie. Here’s the next person. Her name is Donna. She’s around 60 and lives in Burleson, Texas. Her father, Jack, died at the age of 89 and her mother, Durstyne, died at the age of 83, both also in Burleson. Uh, anyway, her mom got sick with dementia, so Donna had to quit work to help her dad take care of her. Now one of Donna’s sisters lives in the same town, and her middle sister had a kid in college, so Donna felt she and her family were in a better position to help the parents out. But then, after the mom passed away, that middle sister confronted Donna about some of the decisions she made, and they haven’t spoken since. When her dad’s health started to worsen, Donna was left totally responsible for his care. Naturally, she had to make many decisions in that area, and she’s hoping she did everything her dad would have wanted her to do. So, Donna wants to know if her parents think she did everything the way they would have wanted.

    Jamie: The father, Jack, is here. Erik brought him forward. He’s speaking. He says, “Please don’t worry about this!”

    Erik: He says, “Your sister is jealous and mad cuz she wasn’t capable of caring for us.” He says, “You made all the right choices, especially with me.”

    Erik and Jamie chuckle quietly.

    Jamie: He touches his chest and smiles. He’s got this, um, great big broad smile, you know that spreads across the whole face.

    Me: Yeah.

    Erik: He says, “I never felt uncomfortable with anything you chose. Now, Mother was a bit of a fighter and not easy to get along with as she got older.”

    Me: Okay.

    Erik: He says, “You’d make one choice for her, and she’d say it was okay, but then would want something different.”

    Me: Oh, no!

    Erik: But then he says, “You helped me care for her. I was the one to make the final decisions.”

    Me: I see.

    Erik: The sister was just mad cuz she wasn’t consulted by Jack about those final decisions. She got jealous, kinda like sibling rivalry, like Jack consulted with Donna and not her, so she thought maybe Donna was Daddy’s favorite.

    Me: Wow! So sibling rivalry dies hard!

    Erik: Yeah, so now that Jack is no longer there on the earthly plane, she feels it’s okay to stir up the shit.

    Me: Okay, so Donna has tried to reach out to her sister, but it’s not working. Now she won’t even communicate with the older sister. Um, I’m talking about the middle sister…she’s not talking to the eldest. The middle sister is Karla, 62, and the older sister is Jackie, 66.

    Erik: Jack says, “Do NOT stop communication with the sister who has removed herself from the family. Only send letters by post for special holidays and occasions. Say nothing more or less in the letter than you need to. But for you to close off all lines of communication with Jackie and Karla—it would hurt their heart too much.”

    Me: Awww.

    Erik: “They would have too much ‘why,’ and ‘how can I fix this?’ and ‘what can I do?’

    Me: Yeah, okay.

    Erik: And he says, “The only thing you can do is be kind. Be kind in a way that she can’t dispute you, and that would be by post.”

    Jamie and Erik laugh hard.

    Me (chuckling): Yeah, that’s true! That’s funny. It’s not easy to argue back and forth with snail mail like it is by email on telephone!

    Erik: I can tell in his day Jack was a planner. That’s what I’m getting.

    Me: Okay. So, any messages from the mama or is she not there?

    Jamie: No, she’s not here right now.

    Me: Oh, okay. So if they’re reincarnated, can you not get information from them?

    Jamie: Oh, no, you can definitely still get information!

    Me: Oh, good. Well, Erik, maybe you can find Durstyne and get her to send a message to Donna or bring her in a dream or something.

    Erik: Yeah, I can do that, sure.

    Me: Okay, thanks, Baby.

    Donna’s Response

    Thank you so much!  I can’t express what this means to me.  I guess Daddy wanted to talk because Mother never knew that Karla got mad at me, it all happened after Mother died.  Jackie and I still maintain a relationship.  I can just hear Daddy saying these words.  I wonder what Erik means that Daddy was a planner.  I look forward to reading the transcript, but just what you have passed on from Erik and Daddy makes me feel better.

    Thank you, thank you, thank you.

    Donna

  • September26th

    Before I begin Martha’s part of the channeling transcript, I’d like to share with you a dream I had last night. It was so vivid and real, I thought it was all true. Erik appeared to me in the flesh, all excited with wonderful news. God had given him a second chance. He saw just how wonderful Erik was as a spirit and realized the impetuous impulse to pull the trigger had been a boyish mistake. I hugged him and cried for hours. It was the first time since his death that I shed tears of joy. When I went to work, I shared the good news to everyone and delighted in their stunned expressions. Yet I wondered what had happened to the body buried in that beautiful satin-lined casket 6 feet underground. I clasped his fingertips in my hands and they felt cold. Parts of his body looked like they had decayed, but he assured me that this would all heal in time and that he’d be restored to full health quickly. But alas, I woke up yet again to my new cold reality. It had all been a cruel dream. Erik is dead. For me, he died all over again this morning. I will never feel his warm, scrawny little body in my aching arms again. Today is a sad day for me.

    Martha’s Questions

    I’d like to connect with my grandmother. She willed herself to live until I had my daughter in 2007. After she held her, she went back to the nursing home and slipped in to a coma and died. I want to tell her thank you for visiting my children and laughing with them in their rooms and that we hear her and just love that she is here. I also want to know if she is with my grandfather, her mate for over 50 years. And if so, why doesn’t he visit us too? I miss him so much, but just don’t feel him around us like she is. If I could just have one dream to see them two together again and to be able to hug them would be more than enough for now.

    Her name:

    Ruby, 97 from Austell/Waxhaw, N.C.

    His name:

    Crawford (A.C.), 82 from Austell, N.C.

    My info:

    Martha, 28, also from Waxhaw

    Channeling Transcript

    Me: Now, the next one—how ya’ll both doing? You holding up okay?

    Erik and Jamie: Uh huh.

    Me: Good, okay. This comes from Martha. She’s 28 and lives in Waxhaw, North Carolina. She wants news from her grandmother, Ruby. Apparently Ruby willed herself to live just long enough for Martha to have her daughter. After she held her, she returned to the nursing home, slipped into a coma and died. Martha wants to thank her grandmother for visiting her children and laughing with them in their rooms. They hear her and love that she’s there visiting. She also wants to know if she’s with her husband, Martha’s grandfather, Crawford. They were married for some 50 years. If they are together, Martha would like to know why he doesn’t visit them too! (Jamie is laughing hard while I continue. Obviously, she has heard something funny.) She says she misses him so much but just doesn’t feel his presence. Oh, and Ruby was 97 and Crawford was 82.

    Erik: Ruby says, “Crawford doesn’t have enough maaagic!” She drawls the word out, “maaaagic.”  (Erik says this as though Ruby is speaking with a southern accent, teasing Crawford.)

    I laugh.

    Erik: So that’s why she doesn’t communicate with everybody. The grandmother has this very light energy that makes you just wanna giggle when ever she’s around.

    Me: Oh yeah?

    Erik: She’s the type who’ll clean up and put everything away, and then you don’t know where it is.

    Me: That’s what you do to me! (To Jamie): I have my schedule on my iPhone, but because I’m so OCD, I also have my to-do’s for the day written on an index card. They go missing all the time and turn up in the oddest places. (To Erik): Is that you, Erik?

    Jamie laughs

    Erik (laughing): Yep, that’s me! It’s so fun, Mom. You don’t need to be that anal.

    Me: You little rascal!

    Jamie and Erik both laugh loudly!

    Me: Okay, let’s see. So he doesn’t visit…does he try to visit? Does he just not have powerful enough energy or what is it?

    Jamie: Correct. He doesn’t have the means to follow through with it. He’s still healing himself and taking care of himself.

    Me: But he’s with the grandma, right?

    Jamie: Yes, he’s with the grandmother, but he has a hard time lowering his vibration to communicate to other famiy members who are alive.

    Me: Oh! Okay!

    Erik: He still hears all the prayers and thanks that they give.

    Me: Okay. And she just wishes she could have one dream to see them together again and to hug them. That would be more than enough for Martha now.

    Erik: Okay, she says she’ll do her best to get Crawford to come into the dream with her. Ruby’s laughing. She says sometimes the kitchen smells like burnt food.

    Me (laughing): Oh no!

    Erik: She’s wondering if maybe Martha didn’t end up with her cooking skills.

    Me: Oh no!

    Jamie (laughing): Burnt food!

    Me: Anything else that Ruby or Crawford want to say?

    Erik: Ruby just wants to say in big capital letters, HOW MUCH SHE LOVES HER AND HER GRANDBABIES! She says more are to come!

    Martha’s Response

    Thank you! Wow, I wasn’t expecting this at all. So far, this has been…not surprising, but comforting. She loved to tease, and loved to make others laugh. She was a school teacher for over 40 years and was a pro at lightening the mood. She was also very Southern, so when you said “maaaagic,” I hear her southern drawl in the tease.  Also, I know you knew she was my grandmother…but I didn’t tell you that she always referred to even her great-grandchildren as her “grandbabies.” Sometimes people would correct her and it would throw her off. But, no, they are her grandbabies to her!  I’m glad to know my grandfather is with her. I’m OK not hearing from him as long as I know he’s happy and is with her. That’s what I worried most about. They were soulmates. Of course, I’d love to meet him in my dream, but I’m happy he’s with her. I am SO looking forward to this transcript.

    (And for the record, it is my husband who leaves the stove on in the kitchen all the time! I’ll be telling her this! LOL!)

    Thank you and love to you too!!

    Martha

    My Response

    Yep the way Erik said “magic” was with a drawl. It also sounded like she has a very playful relationship with her husband. Not sure this was the case when they were here on the earthly plane. But she definitely is a character!

    xo

    Elisa

    Martha’s Response

    She did, but my grandfather was more playful. She was the youngest of 14 (!) and teasing and playfulness was just a way of life, but she could be shy around strangers. My grandfather fit like a piece to her puzzle. They teased and loved and teased and loved.  She got along great with children because she could make them smile. Sometimes, when I would take her out and about as she got older, she would want to just sit and smile at everyone that walked by. She would say that she just wanted to see how many people she could get to smile back at her. She was just like that. I miss them so much, but I know they’re here. I’ll let you know if my grandfather visits me in my dream.

    By the way, my husband never believed in an afterlife. He (unlike me) is not spiritual and is a big time skeptic, but I forwarded him the email you sent me and he’s already wow’d. He said he can’t wait until he can read the transcript too!  He also reminded me that I burnt the rice two weeks ago, then the pizza the next day. :)

    Thank you, Elisa. You and your sweet Erik are a blessing.

    There’s something else- I had an experience I wanted to share with you from when I was at the beach last weekend. I didn’t know if I should share it, since it was just something small…but sometimes the small things are the sweetest. On Saturday night, I stood outside on the balcony with my baby girl, Fiona, and wasn’t thinking about death, Erik, the blog, or anything like that. I just thought of the ocean and how healing the sound of water is. As I stood out there and watched the waves, a pigeon…not a seagull, a bright white pigeon….came gliding in over us. It was windsurfing in the breeze. It was having fun, with confidence. And the first and only thing that I heard at that moment was me saying with my heart, “Hi Erik. I know you, and I know you know me. Thanks for letting me experience your spirit. Have fun, kiddo.” I smiled and my baby just stared at this beautiful pigeon. She reached out her hand and “waved” out of excitement, clapped, then looked up at me. It was such a beautiful moment; a photo or video wouldn’t be able to record it. I held Fi closer to me and just watched. The pigeon never went more than 20 feet away, just soaring back and forth for about 3 more minutes until it swooshed back towards us and went up and I never saw it again.   I had a smile on my face the entire time.

    Hugs,

    Martha

    Martha’s Email Today

    I was laid off on Friday. I was obviously very bummed and had a million thoughts going through my head the whole way home from work. I tried not to get down and depressed, but it was hard. One of the last things my former boss said to me was, “Look on the bright side- at least you can spend more time with you children.” I thought to myself, “Sure, easy for you to say when you still have your bills paid for.”  When I got home, I started cleaning and doing random house chores before I went to pick up the kids from daycare and school. As I was picking up things, I saw a card upside down at the end of the hallway. I thought that was peculiar since I hadn’t noticed it before, but figured one of the kids found an old card of theirs in their room. I picked it up and it was a sweet card with a picture of a sunset and a quote on the front that said, “A happy family is but an earlier heaven.” I had never seen this before. I opened it to see who where it came from and it was addressed to ME! And it was signed by my grandmother, who passed away over 3 years ago (the one I told you about!). And in the card, between my name and hers, she wrote, “Love on those babies for me.”   I have chills thinking about it. It was her shaky handwriting (she was 97 when she passed), and it referenced babies, plural, but she passed right after my second child was born and was unable to write anything for a couple weeks before she was born. I believe she was telling me that I need to appreciate this extra time I have with my children, like my boss said. It helps the burn of unemployment tremendously when I know that this time is not wasted and it actually an invaluable investment.

    The other “message” she gave me happened on Thursday night of last week. I was sitting on the couch, doing some schoolwork online when my phone vibrated. I looked at it and it appeared that a text message had come through but the phone number was listed as “Unknown” and the message in the text was “beside.” At the same time the message came through I had a tingly “goosebump” feeling that I’ve seen you mention in your blog. This has never happened to me before, so I’m going to describe it to be sure that it is the same thing you have experienced. It wasn’t a “brr” kind of goosebump. My body wasn’t cold and at that point, I wasn’t spooked. It was the side of my torso, going up and down my waist and the inside of my arm when it rests against the side of the body. It was tingly, radiating, and active. That’s the best way I know how to describe it. So, that happened at the same time that a message saying “beside” came up, and I believe it was someone (probably my grandmother) trying to tell me that they were with me.

    My Response

    That’s it! That’s the goosebumps! For me, it builds to a point where it’s almost uncomfortable, but not quite. Yay, Ruby came through!!! She’s got the maaaagic! And about your being laid off, it’s probably for a good reason. I bet a new chapter is opening up for you. Remember, the Universe is perfect!

    xo

    Elisa

  • September25th

    I love the banter between Erik and Jason, so I thought I’d share some more. I’ve also included Jason’s thoughts on the concept of time and a technique he uses to communicate with and sense spirits. He’s so gifted in this area that I consider him and Robert our resident experts. I recently introduced Robert and Jason so they could compare notes, share their “Erik Experiences” with each other, and realize they’re not alone as far as this ever-growing phenomenon goes. The similarities between their experiences are amazing. And now for your entertainment…

    Jason’s Emails

    I have seen some of the photos you posted, but I didn’t look to closely yet, because when reading your blog, I was sneaking at work! HA!   But, really I love the facebook photos. Especially the family ones. I’ve even briefly seen a few of the videos. I LUV the one with his niece. I got to tell you though, last week when I first hit “play” I quickly shut it down, because it freaked me out. His laugh and voice was the same as in my head, and it really startled me. Not all the time mind you, my guides say they use less energy if they don’t use a distinct sound, and the sound won’t sound as distinct if I am distracted or letting my mind run amok.

    I meant to save this up to write to you later, but since I am replying I’ll just go a head with another Erik story.

    Last night after I wrote to you I was so wound up and overwhelmed that I was shaking and pacing about. So I went to the kitchen and was debating cereal again. Special K or junk. And of course, Erik pipes in with Marshmallows. I did an, “OMG”. and he laughs, and as I go back in the living room with the healthy stuff; He shows me this mental image of him ‘spooning marshmallow creme into his mouth and the squirting it between his teeth and then trying to talk!’ I was flabbergasted, and said something like, omg, that’s so disgusting… And then he said, Got any whip cream?!”

    Then I tried to watch some Stargate reruns and couldn’t because I couldn’t stop letting my mind run amok. And Lydia took that opportunity to work with me some on energy merging. Then Erik joined in and was helping. He came in the room, and I saw his shimmer phase in and out around the room and he started saying, “Marco…. Polo”. And wanted me to try and find him. Then I closed my eyes, and we took it back to a ‘mind’s eye’ exercise, and I tried to envelop him in energy as he flew around me while spinning a shield, basically like tossing a net over someone running around you. And if I succeeded, it would draw the spirit right next to you for better communication while holding others outside your shield.  Then when I did it, he plopped down next to me on the chair (he was sitting “IN” the arm of the chair!–totally weird!)  and he put his arm around me and hugged me and said, seee- it was easy wasn’t it? And during that moment my entire left side from waist up was enveloped with heat, warm tingling pressure. Oh, he also hugged me in the kitchen when I was freaking out. Except before he did he danced around in front of me trying to get my attention (his shimmer form). I was really freaking out.

    You know, every time a Spirit has touched me, each individual has a different area they tend to touch, and they each feel different. Like Erik: He’s the only one I’ve felt heat from. So interesting… Oh, and another thing: the few times I’ve experienced energy merges, it was always on my left side. I should try to dig up some reading material on that sometime.

    I had a really hard time getting to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I kept seeing faces fly around me, all different sizes and types and levels of clarity. Not scary, just weird. Every now and then my guides would say “shield.” It eventually started to freak me out, and Erik kept stopping by and sitting on my bed asking if I was ok, and telling me it would all be all right that “they’d let no harm come to me” and to just close my eyes and go to sleep. I kinda felt like at one point while sitting there he had his hand on my ankle so long it started to ache. So he moved and apologized. I finally had to pray for sleep cause I was exhausted.  This morning, my guides said that the images were because I didn’t shut down my chakras and and shield before sleep.

    Okaaayy..Back to work for me then.

    Talk to ya Later!

    Hugs!

    Jason

    My Response

    He used to do that whole squirting between his teeth to his sisters too, exactly in that same sequence! How funny. I’m wondering if he’s trying to teach you how to “control” your conversations with spirit guides and that’s why he said, “See, that was easy” when you “roped him in.”  I think he and your guides might want you to learn to be more in charge of the interaction with them? In that case, you have a challenge on your hands with Erik with his high energy level!

    Much love, Baby Boy,

    Your Other Mom

    Jason’s Blog Entries

    9/20/10 10:30-11:30am–

    Lunch time walk. Interesting to note, on this walk, Erik took the role my main guide has always taken in the past as teacher. But all 3 of them were there. Erik did all the talking. For a whole hour teaching, communication, and banter. He even took me to task once, and then he told me he loved me and on the way back made lewd jokes (not in a mean way, but it pertained to myself and in another instance a family joke.) Sooo surreal. If there’s one thing about spirit communication that blows my mind every single time, it’s their sense of humor. Spirits are just people too. Although their motivations and feelings behind their personality may changed and now come from a new and unfamiliar perspective, they are the same as us.

    I was just thinking about this and wondering why, if Erik has progressed, does he still have a potty mouth? Erik pipes in with, “What! Just because I moved up doesn’t mean I stop being me. It’s not like I am some ascended being.” *(to the average person this would indicate he swears a lot. That’s not the case at all when he talks to me. It’s just that I have this expectation of dignified holier than ME spirituality from Spirits. And that’s not the case with Erik. He’s like you and me, and sometimes a ‘beep’ slips out, or a lewd joking image crosses my mental path and we laugh).

    9/21/10–

    Early A.M.– Last night was pretty intense for me. I am not quite sure where to start. I wrote to Elisa about someone I briefly channeled in relation to the blog, and it was really weird, new and strange. I can’t be certain it was actually happening. Everything over the past week has been quite new to me.

    After that, later in the evening after meditation, prayer and meeting with my guides, I felt bombarded with spirit movement and sight. I confess I was too scared to try to check in and figure out what was going on. I also kept being touched by a spirit or spirits, kinda got the feeling they wanted to talk. I started kinda freaking out. I had to take pills to get to sleep. I was glad I did too. The darkness was virtually rolling with shapes. Erik kept checking on me to see if I was ok.

    Throughout that evening and this morning, off and on, I feel this energy on my left side. It feels like I have a fever. The left side of my face, ear, shoulder and elbow joints, and arm feel hot. I am not sure what’s going on. I meditate and shield and pray and connect to my guides and nothing seems amiss. Spinning my shields out I feel someone standing right next to me. My guides and Erik are not saying anything, almost as if this is a test. My gut tells me someone is attached to me or next to me. It feels like Erik, but he’s not saying why. I am in wait and see mode. I’ll post more when I find out.

    9/21/10

    9-10am

    Today is Erik’s birthday, a really important day for his family. I am really hopeful they have some great family moments today filled with love and solace.

    I just read online something Kim wrote, “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—”  That is SO TRUE!!! I feel it all the time with every fiber of my being. I now feel that a lot of the frightening experiences I used to have were spirits: my guides trying to get my atheist apathetic self’s attention. And once they got it, and I changed, it’s now this fine line.

    Today, Elisa is supposed to ask Kim about Erik and me. I feel bad because on one hand this day should just be about Elisa connecting to Erik, but on the other hand this is an opportunity to see if I am crazy or not via a 3rd party. I am so darn nervous and anxious. I am trying as hard as I can to focus on Erik’s family and their feelings. Also, I know this is selfish, but If all of this has been just crazy and mental illness on my part, I just want to know and try to get on with life. Uh gosh. that was bad. I just need to stop and take a breather.

    You know, since yesterday I’ve been thinking about how Erik feels to me in my head. It almost feels like he’s a parent to me, but not really. I can’t figure it out. It’s really strange. this feeling. Another thing about Erik that feels weird is how I precieve him in my mind. Feeling spirits for me is akin to remembering a favorite meal from Grandma. It’s almost tactile: remembrance of the sight, the flavor, the memory of how it smelled and how good it made me feel. Not how it really was or is, but some strange amalgamation of all of it, and then it talks!  For example, from a materialist point of view, I don’t know him or his family at all. I know nothing about them. I don’t know what they’ve done with their lives, what they’ve experienced, what they talk about, or even what their personalities are like. I should NOT be having anything to do with them. And I feel guilty as heck, even contacting Elisa, like I am trying to take something from her. I wasn’t looking for anything other than to say thank you. But when Erik unexpectedly appeared to me it was akin me falling to the floor with the shock of someone plugging a hole in my soul. I am still trying to figure out why. I don’t understand. I keep asking “Why me?” and Erik said, “Why not? Just because you don’t think you’re anyone doesn’t mean God thinks that way.” I said, ‘HUH?!?’  He said, “Hey, it’s your choice. It’s all about what door your gonna go through”.

    So bizarre. I keep wondering about the way Erik looks in my mind. It’s different than the guides I’ve ever knew in this life time. With them, they just glow bright white and yellow, in a weird mix of features-shadow-light-black and white to color that fade in and out of clarity of something that looks like a real person to just a disembodied voice. My grandparents on the other hand are like that, but their faces flit back and forth between how I recognized them when they were alive to what they looked like in their youth and unrecognized features. Erik is like them, only brighter, except I never knew him in this life. And the only thing I recognize of him in my mental image as it relates to his photos is his eyes, eyebrows, nose and mouth, and hair. He feels older to me. I never once thought, oh? -a 20 year old. He feels my mental age. Mid 20′s-30. (I guess that’s near 20). It’s just when I read the blog, I think teenager, and he’s not a teenager in my head. *(but he often acts like one-ha ha ha.)

    10:50am–

    Just got back from my lunch walk along the river. Here I am sitting in my little cubicle corner at work, quietly going crazy without anyone the wiser. I feel sick to my stomach, my left side has been very warm and buzzing off and on all day. Sometimes, I touch my ear and I think, OMG I have a fever, but it’s just my left side! Erik says it’s to better connect.  A lot of communication happened, a lot of spirit touching, even had a dragonfly zip along side me and up over on the walk.

    The talk on my walk: Other than Erik taking me to task for my fear and disbelief, there were 2 important discussions. One: mostly from Roger it was about future vision vs living in the now, choices, opening doors, free will and Two: a message for his family. I could go on and on, but I don’t have the time, because I am at work. But basically it involved them trying to calm me down, school me on my fear, talking to me about free will, and how it affect my choices. For example. I am standing in a room. There are 4 doors: 3 ahead of me and one behind me. If I take the door behind me, while a valid choice-and allowed-it only leads back down to a dark path full of potential pain and suffering. If I take door #1, it will open straight ahead to 10 different doors full of possibilities. If I take door #2 it will lead up to 3 doors- full of self enrichment and guidance and healing for others. If I take door #3 it will veer off to the side and lead to 2 doors- fulfilling, but more self centered and not as many opportunities to help others. All are valid choices. God will allow all of them. And some doors will even have emergency exits to get to the other doors. It’s up to me, to choose. If it was easy there’d be no point in this life.

    The message for the family was kinda personal, but full of love. I was kinda scared to tell them cause it is their special private day, but Erik talked me into it.

    Email from Me

    I talked to Erik through Kim, and he said he’s with you a lot because you two are platonic soulmates and were even twins in the past! He says you two have always been really, really close. He likes to hang with you basically to reunite. He’s not there to guide or teach so much. It’s like he shows himself sitting in a recliner chair in front of a big screen TV to indicate he likes to “kick back” with you. So whenever he feels the need to kick back, he comes to you. You two are also spiritual equals, and Erik says you are a guardian angel on the earthly plane while he’s a guardian angel on the spiritual plane. I’ll eventually transcribe everything word for word, but I have a long queue so it might take a while!

    Hey, so if you guys are like brothers, I guess that does make me your second mom!!

    Love you!

    Elisa

    Jason’s Blog Entries

    9/22 am–

    Yesterday Elisa briefly told me that she talked to Kim and Erik in regards to me. When I read what she said I felt like collapsing and sobbing with relief and happiness. I never, never ever expected to receive the gift of ‘validation of Spirit’ from a living person with love. I will never ever doubt again. The entire rest of the day I was grinning like a crazy child. It felt like I was stretched thin with joy, like I’d found a part of myself that was missing, like God pulled back the the gingham kitchen curtain and handed me a flower and said, “Here ya go! It’s from your garden,” only a garden I couldn’t remember having until now. Over and over again, Erik and my guides and a nameless voice kept saying, “REMEMBER- and live in the now”, “Remember your promises”. All the while, I could feel Erik laughing and laughing in my head and dancing around me hugging me, head against head, saying, “Seeeee? I told you, I told you!” as if all that energy built up and silence was an opportunity for the big reveal. It reminds me of the David Cook song that goes something like, “When you find you, come back to me”. I am still having a hard time with “why me?” This should be about a mom and her son and their family. I feel a mix of guilt and joy.

    I’d like to reply to two things that were mentioned in that email. One was how Kim described Erik visiting me. The visitations in a chair in front of the TV were precisely correct. No if’s and’s or but’s, totally accurate. The most intense eye-visual activity and mental telepathy happened from last spring to present in that chair-in front of the TV. Whether it was on or not. The other thing I want to reply to was the whole guardian angel thing. I don’t know how I feel about that terminology. Keep in mind every spiritual system, medium, believer etc. uses different terminology that can mean different things to different people. I certainty don’t feel like any kind of angel or guide. I think I must make a pretty crummy angel. I am just me, trying to make sense of it all. Ever since I was a kid, all those job tests they give kids said I should have gone into the clergy or be a vet. And growing up with evangelical parents I was always devastated with the idea that their God didn’t want me and said I couldn’t help anyone, that there was something wrong with me. I know now that’s not true. I feel like I’ve got to make up for lost time, like I was robbed, and I need to figure out the hows and whys and whats.

    I think the following will be a great challenge for me to work out. I am not interested in future telling, making money, or proving anything. I am interested in how to get closer to God, how to live the life I need to live to help people. I don’t want to know the future, I don’t want to know what door to step through. I feel I’ll be ok.

    The hard part for me other than fear and belief has not been connecting to Spirit or even channeling; the hard part is figuring out how to keep living to the best of my ability, to do right by myself, others and God.  You know, knowing what I know, the glimpses I’ve seen, felt, or read about and yet still go on living in the now…that’s hard!

    Elisa, Hugs as always– Erik sends his love.

    Anywhoo…

    The latest Erik banter: I say, “Hey little brother.” He replies with, “Hey old man”. I called him a brat, and he said almost immediately; “Old lady!”

    9/22 11:30am –

    Another intense walk with guides. Erik stopped in at the end of it. In my mind’s eye, my guides sat me down, and we talked seriously about the need to remember and try with great effort to meet and fulfill my responsibilities: a large laundry list that was so easy but so hard. All at the same time, I need to remember my recent promises to spirit: To work hard, to maintain, develop and grow my personal relationships, to learn as much as I can about spirit (long list), to accept and work on my new responsibilities, and when the time is right, to move in new directions without fear and with fierce determination. I must do right by my families, old and new. I must strive towards all this while at the same time tackling this with the same intensity I used to pursue obsession and channel it for the greater good.

    I was and am totally overwhelmed. I was told I need to keep forgiving myself, that we are all human, we all make mistakes and will keep making them in the future. “We know you keep asking God for forgiveness and keep saying how grateful you are for second chances. Don’t you know, God will always give you a second chance? You will always be welcomed back. That doesn’t mean you don’t have to pay for the consequences of your actions. If you had gone down that road, you very well could have gotten a fatal disease, been beaten, lost everything and lived a life of pain and suffering, empty relationships and personal strife. But God would have taken you back. You just wouldn’t have been able to help anyone and would have lived only to learn the empathy of pain. But you didn’t so quit doubting yourself and go!”

    Towards the end of the walk I was experiencing the renewed guilt of the imagined possibility of losing all this new communication, of losing Erik of I don’t know… just me being a worry wart. Erik came up to me and put his arm around me and said I was being ridiculous. That would never happen, but even if it did, I have to keep on living, and that, that was a lesson in and of itself. Was I gonna sit there paralyzed in doubt and fear and selfish self loathing or was I gonna do something about it? I feel overwhelmed. Living mindfully I guess is where I start.

    I just hope I can get on with getting on and not let too many people down. Where to start, where to start. Erik says I need to work on reconnecting to my brother. He’s bipolar and went off his meds because they were making him sick, and he and his wife are expecting their first baby. I feel intense, intense guilt regarding them. I took my brother off the street as a young adult, and we battled his disease and his drug addition and suicidal feelings for a few years. I always felt if I could just fix him, everything would be alright. But it wasn’t until I realized I had to live for myself that we were able to get him help. Now many years later he seems to be doing ok. But since his going off his medication and a death in the family, we’ve had a hard time connecting. I guess it’s little stuff like that I need to strive for while living in the now.

    I feel drained. One good thing about daily meditative walks with Spirit is that it renews me and fills me with hope.

    All my love to your family,

    Jason

    My Netflix DVD last night was the ‘Transporter.” I put it in the DVD player, and I join my spouse in the living room and plop down in my chair, and Erik pops in and hollers, “Finally, something good!”  And I say, ” What, a slightly morally repugnant movie w/ cursory tales of redemption, love and rescue?” .. And he said, “Yeah, not the best.” Then I thought to myself, ‘Kinda like the tale of Humanity.’ But, as I like to call him, ‘ol buzzing-hot-ear’ sat down next to me for a good chunk of the movie. He does not stay still for very long for anything. I have to say it’s very bewildering having a disembodied soul do air drums and mime M & M style moves to a movie sound track, or, shout out “Freakin-AWESOME” during an escape scene. He also loved the axe-wielding fight scene. He said, “ninjas with axes!” I think I spent the better part of the movie in shock, trying to keep my jaw off my lap, and the same time struggling with every thing I’ve been going through, asking myself, ‘Why was I allowed to reconnect with my “REAL LIFE” regardless of how small or restricted it is. Why me?’

    Someone I greatly respect, Chris Di Nucci from the the Bristol Spirit Lodge Circle, told me I had retained an awareness of Spirit when I was born into this life. I wondered is it because I asked? Because I went looking?

    The answer according to my guides it’s all about intent. God, The Universe, Spirit is not going to give you something you are not aware of or don’t want. It’s when you become aware of the possibilities that the possible happens. Only you can decide what you want. It was only after I discovered that a family across time, space and the universe, created by God was a possibility that it was revealed to me as something tangible and real. The very idea of close emotional family and friend bonds in Spirit; Family, could, can, — does exist in forgotten bonds outside this mortal coil has been mind blowing!

    Someone just flashed the lights on for a second, and in that brief flash, I saw a surprise party and a room full of people… I need help finding the lights!!

    **side note.

    Ok, I’ve got to tell you, being told, “Hello…!!, Seeee, I told you!.. So stop being a dum-sh*t” by a spirit is a real wake up call. Here I am having a freak out, (yes, another one) whether or not a guy (Robert) is going to think I am a freak or not, and yet all the while we have so much in common.

    P.S. The “peanut gallery” loves to “roll his eyes and groan.”

    My Response

    Jason, this is so well written! And btw, Erik could never sit still for a movie or anything else for that matter. He constantly paced, arms crossed, around the kitchen island over and over again. Plus, the medium, Felix Lee Lerma, kept saying how he was playing drums on his leg, so that makes sense too. What a goof ball. I love that the personality survives death, don’t you? I guess it depends on the personality, though!

    Off to work!

    Elisa

    Robert’s Email

    Hi Jason and Elisa!

    I loved this!  Erik doesn’t like most of the movies I like to watch…too many “chick flix”, and “brainy sh*t” for his taste, as he tells me.  :-)  You hear a lot of the same things as I do when I do watch something more his speed.  It has never been unnerving and isn’t that distracting to me. I love the constant chatter back and forth. A few days ago, I told him and his mate (I call her Jennifer, Jen for short) that at long last I no longer feel lonely. When I said that, I heard an emphatic “thank you” from them and a whole chorus of others.  Erik said I’d made a whole lotta souls there very happy…which brightened my day for sure!  These conversations feel so very natural…and I can easily find someone to chat with about whatever I want to talk about at a given time…though I mostly converse with Erik and Jen.  I’m always asking Jen if she’s keeping Erik in line, and she laughs and says he’s a handful, but she loves it!  Erik loves to quip “yeah, you know you love it!”  He’s a smarty pants!  :-)  I’ve mentioned before how he’s protective…but also loving.  I always tell them to give hugs and kisses (or the soul equivalent thereof) to each other and all others around them.  I always ask for them for myself too, which they oblige…I smile big time when they do…can’t help it!  Erik is always around you Elisa, even if you can’t feel him…so when you need hugs and kisses, just ask…you know he’ll shower you with as many as you want…till eventually you’ll be beaming.  :-)

    Jason, you mention being aware of Spirit since birth…I think it is because you are evolved and prior to getting here you wanted to keep that awareness…which in turn drove you to start looking while here.  Good work in finding it while still here!!  I believe in doing so you’ve evolved further…I’m always hearing “my light shines bright…far brighter than I could imagine”.  I believe the very same applies to both you and Elisa…there are many who are happy with the progress you’ve both made!  Jason, I’ll never, ever, ever think you are weird or freaky!!  That’s why Erik rolls his eyes…because he knows I wouldn’t…don’t take offense when he does that…he just wants what’s best for you..as do all of those on the spirit plane…  :-)

    Hugs and love to you both!!

    Robert

    Jason’s Blog Entries

    9/24– 8:22am

    Last night after I went to bed and was trying to fall asleep. I was  drifting off and I feel Erik get real close to my head and says in a quiet soft clear voice, ” If I didn’t love you, do you think I’d go to  all this trouble? If I was some evil spirit would you have been lead back to God? Would I have led you to a family of unconditional love and  acceptance? Do you really think God loves you any less?” I immediately  got up, went down stairs and wrote it down. The shimmer forms  followed me down and waited for me to write it down and then  vanished. I slept really well.

    ****7am

    This morning on the way to the bus I was elated. A confirming and  comforting email from a dear friend greeted me upon waking up. Of course Erik was there dancing around me on the way to the bus  stop, not literaly as far as I could tell, but in my minds eye. Ol  Mr. Hot Ear laughing away. And walking with him was a woman holding  his hand. She softly said, Seee? And then my mind’s eye clouded over, and it was  just her face in white fog. She put her face up next to mind and  said, “Try to focus.”

    A button nose came into being. But when I tried to reach and see  more, it got all elongated and distored. And she said, no just let it  happen. The nose went away and little, higher cheek bones elongated  and appear and then disolved back into nothingness. She had dark  silky hair, but loves to change the color.

    In last night’s vision it was feathered, and the tips seems fringed  with color (purple?) matching purple pants. Big soft eyes, long  lashes. I didn’t get the eye color in either vision, but they were blue in the first vision yesterday afternoon.

    Then it all blew away in a wind, and Erik starts laughing like a mad  man, and then he and the woman pop into a dance hall on a stage and he whips out a Justin Beiber” wig and pulls it on his head like a  hat and then sings “You gotta live your life” and then starts  screeching, yes screeching in a squeaky high cracking voice,  “Baby, baby, baby”.. .all the while he and the woman started, no;   deliberately started dancing in a miming disjointed fashion as if it  were a bad SNL skit. Erik shouts out, “See! I am cool like that!” Then I numbly stepped onto the bus stop with a strange grin on my  face and trying to keep the tears out.

    From Robert to Jason

    Erik and Jen are very playful with one another!  We all converse and  tease one another…well, Erik teases Jen and I…and I tease Erik.   :-)  If I lived with someone, I know they’d wonder what I  am  laughing so loudly at all the time!  Erik now pops in while I’m  chatting with others on the phone or typing emails…He LOVES to see  if he can make me lose my train of thought, and when he succeeds, he  laughs with glee…I never get annoyed…It’s just not  possible…heh…

    I don’t believe there are any photos of Jen when she was on earth, as  I don’t believe she’s been here for quite some time. I don’t get  moving images of Jen and Erik like you…it is largely auditory with still images when I choose to see them.  I’ve seen Jen clearly.  The  closest person here on this plane to compare her looks too is Megan  Fox…beautiful blue eyes, full lips…petite…Erik just popped in as I’m typing this saying, “my girl is the HOTTEST!”…when she and I chat, her voice is very feminine…soft, soothing, pleasant…she’s  also very humble and shy at first.  She prefers to keep in the  background…which is very much the way I am. I’m so happy they found  each other!  They are a great match. If you haven’t noticed, I’m a  very, very detail-oriented person too…grin. It makes perfect sense  that you get a lot of imagery, since you are a big picture guy. I,  on the other hand, am big on words, which explains why I get so much verbal stuff.

    I hope you and your hubby have to relaxing nights sleep and an  excellent day at work Friday!

    xoxo to you!

    Robert

    Email from Jason

    I am also attaching this little doodle I drew last night. I  was contemplating time and how Erik appears to be in more than one spot at the same time. I am sure it’s scientifically nonsense, but I  think it’s an interesting visualization stating that time is  precieved differently depending on the viewer. I’ll attach it to this  email.

    Erik was touching me in different spots tonight. He said I should try sensing where he was or if it might be him from random touches, and I thought of a technique I once read about and tried.

    You can do this at night before bed or when your alone in a room during the day. It’s a great visualization technique to attempt to feel Spirit energy.  #1 First pray to or just ask in your mind, God or the light or whatever, or ask your guides/angels to help you with communication for the greater good in whatever way Spirit or God will allow. #2 When you lay down in the dark Or daylight ect. trying to sleep, meditation and what not.  Lay down on your back, put your hands and arms to your side, blanket off. Sheet down. Close your eyes and stare at the back of your eye lids. Breath normal but long steady. Imagine there is someone across the room from you. But you can’t make them out. You have no idea what they look like. Doesn’t’ matter. But if you think of a person, just try to imagine how they make  you feel. Bask in that feeling. Take your time.  Imagine you can just make out their shape behind your eye lids. The shape is non distinct. The shape is heavy, imagine it coalescing and getting thicker. Like a fog coming into being.  In your imagination, will it to come  closer,,, and closer…and closer…. Imagine the air feeling heavier around you. Thick. Thicker… Closer Closer….. Imagine that the fog shape is thick and next to you. Imagine that it is hovering right next to your face but not touching. Imagine the shapes outlined from behind your eyelids. As if it is partially blocking the light. Then.. let your breath go still…. and concentrate on your hair follicles. You may have to practice trying to feel your hair with your eyes closed ahead of time. Just be still and wait, thinking of nothing but seeing if you can feel your hair, any where on your body.  Don’t ever forget #1. It’s sets the ‘intent’. But #2 can be altered to however way you find works best. I found this to be a good beginning technique to begin sensing spirit touches. Not telepathy, that’s different.

    What have you guys tried or read about?

    Robert’s Email

    LOL!  That sounds sooo much like Erik!  he’s such a ham!  Jen is just as you describe too…very caring personality…long lashes…cheek bones just as you describe and yes, she does like to change her hair color…when I first saw her, it was deep brown…almost black…she usually keeps it as darker colors…

    Robert

    Jason on Time

  • September24th

    I know these stories are also in the comments section, but they’re so remarkable, I think they deserve a home of their own in the form of a post. Plus, I’m working a 12 hour shift at the hospital, and cutting and pasting seems a bit more manageable today. (Yes, I do have a lazy streak!) Anyway, please enjoy. I hope you find the same level of comfort, amusement and amazement that I did.

    Tracy’s Story

    Dearest Elisa, Paul and everyone else in our unique family,

    I am so glad to have found this site. It is giving me so much comfort since losing my darling Adam in that horrible car accident.
    Elisa, you may not remember, but I left a comment on another post about how I have lots of dreams of my boy, but I receive very little communication from him. In the very early days of his death (the first six months or so), we held each other constantly in my dreams. It felt so good to just touch him and see his lovely face. Now I’m three years down the line, though, he doesn’t come as often and I really miss seeing him.

    Since ‘finding’ you all and checking the site daily, however, I’ve been urging him to contact me, and I’ve also asked Erik to tell Adam to come and speak with his mama! I think it worked because yesterday I came home from work at midday. As I walked in the door, the phone started to ring. I went to pick up the receiver, then noticed that the number displayed in the ‘caller’ window on the phone was the phone’s own number! Cautiously, I picked up the receiver and just listened. An automated voice recited the following message: ‘Here’s a hug from out of the blue, to show you that I’m here with you, and even though I’ve nothing to say, you’ll know I’m here with you today’. Then the line went dead. I put down the phone and dialled 1471 -(which in Britain is a way of checking the number of the last caller). My home number was read out and logged in my call list, to prove I didn’t imagine it.

    Now to Paul’s notion of synchronicity. Last night, I went with a friend to see a medium at a pre-booked event. We sat in our pre-booked seats and I – luckily – got a lovely audience reading from my dad in spirit. At the end of it, the lady to my left – who was a stranger – said what a lovely message that was from my dad. I said it was, but I had been hoping to hear from my boy. She said she had lost her son and was hoping the same. Then she said a strange thing had happened to her earlier in the day. She said she had moved house a week ago, leaving her old house empty with electricity/phonelines etc all switched off. However, earlier in the day, her mobile phone had rung and the number displayed was her old and empty house! She had lived there with her boy! When she answered, the line went dead. That was it! Synchronicity! I know it was Adam who called and left me that message and he ensured I would meet that lady to confirm my suspicions.
    All I can say is thanks Erik for having a word with my boy!

    Love and light to all in our exclusive club

    Tracy from Scotland xxx

    Shannon’s Story

    Elisa, I’ve just spent the last 15 minutes or so with Erik.  I asked if he wanted me to share this with you and he said “yes”.

    A week or two after I started reading the blog Erik and I had a kicked back “chat” about nothing in particular that I can remember.  What I do remember was a sense of calm, peaceful friendship.  I needed someone to talk to, and he popped in while I was reading the blog.  He’s so wonderful!

    Fast forward to today:  For daaaaayyyyys (4-5-6 days?) “If I Die Young” has been playing NON STOP in my head.  The first time I heard it I thought of Erik and wondered if you had heard it yet.  Every time I’ve heard the song since, I think of Erik.  Tonight I just couldn’t take it anymore and said “Please change the station, this is too much!”  Well, Brad Paisley “Online” promptly took over.  GEEEEZ!  I had just finished catching up on reading the blog and wondered if your birthday boy was behind this.

    I’ve been very stressed out the last couple days and knew I wouldn’t get anywhere meditating, so I opted for grabbing my pendulum.  I called in my Guides, and a couple of high level energies then Erik showed up.  I could feel the difference in energy, so I asked if it was Erik and got “yes”.  I asked if he was just passing through or acting as short-term Guide.  The answer was “Guide”.  When I use my pendulum, I ask my guides to identify their presence, and they do with a specific swing, so I asked Erik to “…give me a figure 8 or pattern that indicates it’s Erik and our intersecting path.”  The 8 didn’t happen, but I received a very interesting pattern which he verified again at the end of our conversation.  I asked if he would mind answering a few questions on the topics that I have been losing sleep over. He agreed and answered the questions I had regarding a potential new job and the raging custody battle over my kids.

    I then asked Erik about a fragrance I smelled 2-3 weeks ago as I was waking up…cupcakes with vanilla cream frosting (mmmmmmm……!) and after a series of questions I was able to identify that my Aunt Tally was just stopping by to say “Hi”.  I thanked Erik for his time and effort, conjured up one of those delicious cupcakes for him and wished him a very happy birthday.

    Elisa, your boy is so wonderful!

    Love you!

    Shannon

    My Response

    This made my whole week, Shannon!!! Yes, it seems like he’s graduated to “beginner guide” recently. I’m glad you got cupcakes instead of what HE usually sends!!!!  What kind of pendulum do you use?

    Love back,

    Elisa

    Shannon’s Response

    Haha!  Yeah, cupcakes are definitely better than assorted “boy stench!”

    The pendulum I use is a cone shaped faceted rose quartz that my youngest daughter made into a necklace for me.

    Update on last night’s Erik visit:  I figured Erik would check out like my Guides do when I’m done asking questions which was when I typed my note.  Nope, not your boy!  I was struggling with a very deep and painful sense of loneliness which was probably headed straight for the chasm of depression when I called on my Guides and got Erik in the mix.  Instead of bailing, Erik stayed with me for the rest of the night, conversing with me and keeping me company until I fell asleep.  I asked him if he had something more important to do like visit you.  He said I was his more important thing to do, and he would get to you later in the evening.  Elisa, he’s with you even when you don’t think you’re getting signs.

    Anyway, back to our visit.  I didn’t get the goofball prankster that you and the others here get.  I got the mellow, sweet, compassionate, caring Erik that is dedicated to helping others feel better.  He chased away the loneliness and kept me out of the chasm.  By doing this he helped me to keep my vibration up so I could deal with the difficult things around me rather than be consumed by them.  He checked in on me this morning when I woke up and again later in the day when I was working on a Habitat for Humanity job site.  He’s playing that damned song in my head again so I know he’s back and keeping me company.  His attention is a little lighter and more playful, again keeping me distracted from what I don’t have and more able to focus on what I need to do.  I’m so very grateful for his presence and your willingness to share.

    Thank you Elisa.

    P.S.  I think he’s found ways to spin more plates at one time.  I can’t imagine he could spend so much time with me and do what he does for everyone else too if he hadn’t.  Just an observation :)  Old habits die hard?  I’ll be making everyone fat with dessert!  I love to bake for the people I love and care for.

    Haha!  A minute ago I had my knees pulled up and my forehead resting on them.  Erik said “My God you have a lot of hair!” and lifted two hands full of it and let is slide out of his hands.  I told him he could play with my hair anytime he wants :)

    Love you!

    Shannon

  • September23rd

    Friend Erik

    Posted in: Channeling

    Hey all,

    I don’t know if this is channeled but something compels me to remind everyone to friend Erik Rune Medhus on Facebook. I think these sorts of connections make it easier for him to connect with you, help you, befriend you, and punk you!

    I love you all, my sweet other family!

    Elisa

  • September23rd

    This question was very difficult for me. For one, I was feeling a bit down that day, swept from pillar to post by yet another tidal wave of grief. But I also felt a connection to Tom’s story, to his son, Matteo, and the pain they both have endured. Even as I write these words, the lump in my throat revisits me, reminding me that my grief and theirs is still so very real and raw, an old sore that is picked at and picked at so that it refuses to heal.

    Tom’s Questions

    Dr. Medhus,

    Two years ago I lost my 19-year-old son, my only child. As a journalist, I began writing about this experience, in part to cope with the grief.  I have become inspired, though, by how much we can learn from the loss of a loved one and how this experience can teach hope and wisdom as well as inflicting such terrible pain. I have been impressed by your relationship to your son Erik. Would you be willing to speak with me, so that I might include you in the book on which I am working?  I should add that I have an extensive track record as a journalist, writing for publications such as the New York Times magazine and publishing books with Random House and Simon & Schuster.

    Thank you.

    Tom

    Tom’s Additional Information

    Thank you so much. About contacting my son: my first name is Tom, my wife’s name is Suzanne, and my son’s name is Matthew (often shortened to Matt or Matteo). Matt died in Middletown, CT, the town in which my wife and I still live. I’d love to know if Matt is alright, wherever he is.

    Frankly, until I lost my son, I was a skeptic and an extreme materialist, in the sense that I was content with the experiences and joys I had found in this world and uninterested in exploring anything beyond that. Then at age 13 Matt developed a case of clinical depression (both my wife and I have suffered from that, too). Medical treatment didn’t help Matt much — anti-depressants didn’t seem to work for him, and he was resistant to talk therapy. He had to fight his way through several years of real misery more or less on his own. By the time of his death, he seemed to be coming out of the depression, had a job at the local university that he liked and in which he had won the admiration of his supervisor (a PhD chemist) and he had a nice girlfriend with whom he was very close. But he had also, apparently, been experimenting with self-medication on an occasional basis. On the evening of September 3rd of 2008, he took an overdose of heroin.

    There were some points of similarity to your experience, I think. I told Matt I was going to visit my mother across town (she was dying of lung cancer at the time and I was supervising her care). He asked how long I would be gone, and I told Matt I’d be back in 45 minutes. When I did arrive home, I called his name and got no response. I found the bathroom door locked from the inside and began to suspect something was wrong.  When I climbed into the bathroom through an outside window, I found my son sitting on the toilet, dead, with his pants around his ankles and a syringe on the floor.

    My life, and that of my wife changed forever that night.  But I’m finding some good things in the aftermath of my losses (my mother died 3 weeks later, having held on in a hospice center so that she wouldn’t spoil the celebration of Matt’s life we held — she died, I discovered later, during the celebration). My former dreams of how my life might proceed became irrelevant, but this experience of loss has pushed me to explore the spiritual side of life. It has also freed me of fear — I feel I have little more to lose, nothing that I would mind parting with, and that is allowing me to pursue dreams and causes in ways I wouldn’t have dared to do during my more pragmatic days. These experiences of loss, by demonstrating how fragile and fleeting this life is, have also allowed me to feel joy as well as sorrow to an extent that I never had before.

    As a writer, I want to try and share the good that can come out of loss, as a way of reaching out to others who are grieving. That is why your work and your journey are so particularly interesting to me. I would love to talk with you (by telephone, if that is convenient) to hear about your experiences since the death of your son.

    Tom

    Channeling Transcript

    Me: This next one—you might have to bear with me, because I’m already choking up. (pause) It just reminds me of my little Erik.

    Jamie: Take you time, Elisa.

    Me: This is from Thomas. He lost his 19 year-old son, his only child…name is Matthew, but he’s also known as Matt or Matteo. I guess they’re nicknames of sorts. Matt died in Middletown, Connecticut where his mom and dad still live. Anyway, the circumstances were similar to yours, Erik, and (long pause) um, but he didn’t use a gun, and I think it was an accidental overdose. Tom just wants to know if Matt is okay wherever he is.

    Jamie: He’s right here, and he says he always loved the name, Matteo. It’s funny, because Erik sort of walked him to the center of the room. He looks a little reserved. Matteo says he’s trying very hard to communicate with his father at the computer. And he wants to apologize for making the computer misbehave like skipped keys, screen blips or glitches, not sure what he’s saying.

    Erik: He says his dad wants a story to heal himself.

    Me: Well, actually, he’s a writer, a journalist. I can’t remember if he writes stories.

    Erik: Matteo is having trouble working through that heavy grief. And so he’s trying his best to get through that. As soon as he can, he’ll be able to get his story told.

    Me: Are you saying it’s hard for Matt to get through his dad’s grief to communicate or his own grief?

    Erik: Yes, the dad is writing a story to heal his grief.

    Me: This is incredible, Erik! I think he is writing some sort of story! So, any messages for him? This is the opportunity for Matt to do so.

    Jamie (laughing): He says, “I really thank you for that. I thank you for everything you’re giving to us.” That’s sweet.

    Me: Take your time, Sweetie. If there’s anything you want to tell your mom or dad, this is an opportunity.

    Erik: He says that surprisingly enough, just your communication to people after giving them messages opens them up; it shows them the simplicity of how it is.

    Me: Wow, I was actually wondering about that! Maybe it was channeled to me. It seems like once people get the healing from the communication from their deceased loved ones, uh, well it just seems like maybe they’re able to communicate better. Erik, do you suppose you can bring him forward in a dream or assist him in any way?

    Erik (chuckling): Dude wants to leave a bigger mark than just a dream!

    Me; Who does?

    Erik: Matteo! You know how some people will leave a light layer of flour on a dark countertop, like a black surface?

    Me: No, huh uh.

    Erik: It’s kinda like you sift it. Then the spirit can put their hand marks, their fingers, and sometimes they can even spell words out and draw pictures!

    Me: Wow, no! I’m going to try that!

    Jamie: Yeah, I’ve seen some amazing photographs of work like this.

    Erik: Matteo wants to interact that way so that they feel it’s more physical and not like a dream state, cuz his dad is kinda skeptical about this stuff.

    Me: Oh, if I try it with you, can you send me messages?

    Erik: Bring it on, Mom!

    Me: Great!

    Erik: Look, Matteo wants to send his own messages, but he definitely wants to say he loves his family, he’s sorry everyone had to put up with his shit, but he just forgot what he was to do, just like me, he got  confused and forgot what he was there to work on–what his destiny was. He knows now, but he prefers to send the other messages himself. He’s kinda stubborn that way. I like him. He’s a nice guy, and he’s very happy here except he gets sad when his mom and dad get sad.

    As a follow up, I’d like to say that I indeed tried the flour messaging technique–sort of a low tech answering machine. I was particularly excited since we just remodeled our 20 year-old kitchen and installed black granite countertops with pretty blue bits of mother of pearl. The next morning, there were kitty paw prints everywhere…in the flour on the unfloured surfaces, on the floors, I mean EVERYWHERE. Thosse kitties sure get around at night! Dang!