Today is a bit of a challenge, because the carpet in Erik’s room is finally being installed. When I hear them upstairs hammering and moving furniture, it brings back the sad memory of the crime scene clean up crew ripping the carpet up after he died. But I cope through my blog; sitting in front of my computer connecting with Erik and his “fans” allows me to get through anything. Plus, my son, Lukas is playing a beautiful new song he just composed on the piano. He taught himself how to play last summer and has amazing talent! Anyway, here are the last questions from this channeling session. They’re posed by one of the blog’s regulars, a lovely soul, Stanley.
Stanley’s Questions
Hello Elisa,
I have a few questions to ask Erik when you both have time. The last questions is not so much about me as it is curiosity.
The first has to do with a friend who was more like a brother to me that passed away last year on January 28th 2009. His name is Darien, but he normally went by DJ. He was born on November 20th 1968. But has lived in other states as well. He had just turned 40. He had cystic fibrosis, a illness that causes lungs to fail. In his health care directive, he asked not to be put on a ventilator. In a panic when he couldn’t breath, he asked them to put him on a ventilator. The problem however was that he forgot to sign it the form saying if there was no hope to be taken off the ventilator that he wanted to be taken off and let to pass away. So the doctor instead decided to wake him up and ask him about it. When they woke him up, they asked him if he wanted to live, of course he said yes. I would have too. But the problem was, they didn’t tell him that he would never be taken off the ventilator. Anyway, a week passed before the doctors would listen to us and honor his wishes he made clear in the health care directive and they took him off the ventilator and let him pass away. It was one of the hardest things I have had to do yet. What I want to know is, what was done, was this how he wanted it handled? And is he angry at all for the choice made to take him off the ventilator? I guess my questions boils down to, did I make the right choice? Did we do the right thing?
My second question has to do with my past life. It’s actually a few questions in one. First, if Erik is able to find out what my first and last name was in my past life and what year it was? Where I lived, what state and country? What line of work was I in? And how did I die? This is a tall order I am sure. I would be grateful for any information with this. I have been thinking about it a lot lately.
And a final question is more topic I am curious about and have done much thinking about. I love learning about space, other planets and such. I was wondering if Earth is the only planet we souls can live on or is there other planets we can choose to live a lifetime on? I saw a short video not long ago about a little girl who used to talk about a past life, where she was a leader, like a queen on another planet. I am curious if there are other planets that we can choose to incarnate on or is Earth the only planet we are allowed to go to on the earthly plane? Thanks for any and all of your help.
Stanley
Channeling Transcript
Me: Okay, Erik, the last Ask Erik questions come from our regular. Remember Stanley?
Erik: Yeah, I do. From California.
Me: Exactly. He wants to talk about D.J. also known as Darien. He died at age 40 from cystic fibrosis in a hospital in Redding. Here’s the situation. He was very ill and had signed a directive not to be resuscitated, but in a panic when he couldn’t breathe he asked the doctors the put him on the ventilator. Unfortunately, he forgot to sign a form stating that if there was no hope in weaning him from the ventilator, they could take him off. The doctors woke him up and asked him if he wanted to live, and he said yes. Stanley knew D.J.’s wishes so well that he argued with the medical staff for several days. Finally, the doctors agreed and took him off life support since there was really no hope of ever getting off the ventilator. Stanley wants to know if this was the way D.J. wanted it to be handled.
Erik: Yes, yes. He just got real scared at the end; he knew his life was ebbing away, I mean, his earthly life.
Me: Yeah, I understand.
Erik: And he was depending on Stanley to carry out his wishes. If he had to do it all over again, I think Stanley would have insisted much earlier to not prolong the agony. It was agonizing at the end.
Me: For whom?
Erik: Well for D.J. of course, but Stanley too. It’s kind of like ladies that want a natural childbirth, but then they scream for an epidural NOW!
Me: Ha!
Erik: Oh, you know what happened? D.J.’s angels went to Stanley and told him, “Nobody else was going to stand up and demand this so you need to do it!” They kind of pushed him to do it. And D.J. is telling me, “Thank you, thank you for that. It would have been awful, even more awful, if Stanley hadn’t done what he did.” Took a lot of strength and courage for Stanley to do that. Wow. Wow!
Me: He’d also like to know if there are beings on other planets.
Erik: Yes and in other dimensions.
Me: I know we’re running out of time so can you tell me about Stanley’s last lifetime?
Erik: I had to get this from his guides. Vietnam, their saying. Huh. Female. Nurse. 1963, ‘64, ‘65, ‘66, ‘67…Killed by, um…wow! She was captured by the North Vietnamese.
Me: Was she American?
Erik: Yep. A girl from California, the L.A. area. She was like 22, 23 when she first got there. She was a young nurse who wanted devote her life to those who…in college she was in the Peace Corp. Very altruistic. Anyway, she was captured by the North Vietnamese in ’66. Actually she was taken to the Hanoi Hilton and questioned, but they figured out she didn’t know anything, so she was used as a pawn to get the soldiers to talk, the other captives. They threatened her with all sorts of physical torture if she didn’t get them to talk. She got an illness and died there. It was a…I don’t understand what they’re saying.
Me: In 1967?
Erik: Yes, in late ’67. Oh, she died of malaria.
Kim: Why did she die of malaria? Don’t they have shots for that sort of thing?
Erik: Hell, no, not in the Hanoi Hilton! She also had dysentery. Terrible toward the end. She willed herself to die.
Me: What was her name?
Erik: Sue.
Me: Okay, thanks Erik. This sounds like a life Stanley would have had.
Erik: Yeah, it does. Oh and Mom, I want you to know I like doing this. It’s fun for me, and I feel like I’m making things right, making up for what I did and more. I know you’ve been worried that I’m being taken advantage of, but it’s not like that at all. It’s all cool with me. You know I wanted to do this from the start.
Me: Aw, that’s good, Sweetie. You are helping so many people out there, including me!
Stanley’s Response
Hello Elisa,
I am glad DJ is doing ok. I know he was scared about not being able to breath. He often called me into his room when he had problems breathing and would have me sit with him while he did his breathing treatments. I was glad I was able to bring his some comfort during such a scary situation. He was so afraid of dying alone. Perfectly valid fear. Having asthma, I know a little about what he was experiencing. But I can understand why he chose to let them put him on a ventilator. He was scared.
And I know he was in agony waiting for it all to be over. He didn’t have to wait that week. When the day came to do it, I feared it. I didn’t want to be responsible for killing my friend. At least, that’s how I felt about what I was being asked to do. But I gave my word. The hardest part was when they removed the tube and I watched him take his last breath. When he exhaled, a single tear fell from his right eye. It was one of the hardest things I have ever had to watch or be a part of. But I made SURE he didn’t die alone. And hearing from him that I did everything just as he wanted really helps.
For the information about my past life, after doing some thinking about it, it helped to explain a few things about this life. During my childhood much abuse happened. But only a portion caused the PTSD. I couldn’t understand why just those things were causing the PTSD and none of the rest of the abuse. Some worse than that. Learning that I was held prisoner in my past life, and threatened with pain makes sense. In this life, I was often locked in small rooms and severely injured during the child abuse. My thought is, the abuse in this life turned into PTSD because it was so similar to what I experienced in my past life in Vietnam. I may never know for sure, but that’s my thoughts on that. And as far back as I can remember, I have always wanted to help others. Always will.
As for the wanting to know about life on other planets, I have always been interested in space and been curious about other planets, other possible races out there. I think people here, on earth, would come together as a whole if they knew about other races, other people out there. Something common to bond together with. To stop our judging each other on what’s different and look more at what is the same about us all. Inside, we are all the same. We all have a heart, lungs, stomach, skin and bone, and we also all bleed the same. It’s just the package is a different color. Nothing more.
Lastly, I want to say thank you for you and Erik’s time to ask my questions. I am truly grateful. My past had been a mystery for a long time, and finally it’s making sense. And I am glad to hear my friend is doing ok and that I did as he wanted. Thank you and Erik for giving me that.
Stanley
