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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.