Just an F.Y.I.: Jamie will be posting the cost for the Channeling Erik Weekend in Atlanta soon so that you’ll be able to sign up. An extra plus: if you want to receive your Reiki I certification, you can do so by coming one day early. On top of that, Jamie and Erik have many other goodies and opportunities that have never been been available in the preceding weekends. It should be amazing, as always!
Now, enjoy Part Two of Mr. Biggie.
Me: So, anything else on what you were here to teach?
Biggie: I was just here to teach what not to do.
Me: Okay. And did you accomplish that, at least through your music?
(Long pause)
Jamie: When you said “through your music,” he said, “No, that’s not what his music was for.”
Biggie: My music was to help people release energy—to release their own pent up words that they couldn’t use themselves, but it wasn’t to teach them what not to do. It was my actions, my lifestyle that was meant to be an example of what not to do. I couldn’t forgive people. I couldn’t forgive people. I couldn’t forgive people.
Me: Aw. I’m so sorry. Did you have any insights when you crossed over?
Biggie: Yeah, that I was so fucking angry. I was angry for a long time.
Me: Yeah. I saw that.
(Pause. Clearly he was a man of very few words.)
Me: How about sharing a life that most influenced your one as—
Jamie: He’s not done.
Me: Oh! Okay, sorry.
Jamie (whispering): It just takes him a little while to think.
Me (whispering back): I know.
We both giggle. Of course he could hear every word we say.
Biggie: I was angry for a really long time; I didn’t realize that I could have a different emotion until my mother interrupted. That’s when I started to heal.
Me: What do you mean, “Your mother interrupted”?
Jamie: It was either through prayer or that she was there with him, connected with him.
Me: In the afterlife?
Jamie: Yeah. Yes, yes, yes.
Biggie: I then began to forgive myself, but still it hurts me that nothing has been done about my death.
Jamie: I guess nobody was arrested or …
Me: Okay. I don’t know.
Biggie: I don’t want that to go undone.
Me: Well, you know you can’t tell us who shot you. We can’t solve crimes here because our lives would be in danger. That’s not what this is all about. This is purely from a spiritual perspective.
Biggie: Yeah, I know.
Jamie: He’s trying to convince me that he’s not a bad person on the inside, although his life really reflected that.
Me: Aw.
Biggie: So, my biggest awakening was learning how to forgive when I crossed over, and that was through encouragement from my mother.
Me: How wonderful. Forgiving is so healing. Such an important facet of love.
Jamie: He was talking about another life that he led. He gives me a really clear image of a Dutch boy. You know those little hats and those knickers? It’s not really modern day apparel.
Me: Okay.
Biggie: I was an orphan. Lived in an orphanage.
Jamie: He’s reiterating that he had no family. He doesn’t even have stories of who dropped him off. That’s how under wraps it was. His eyes were a little slanted, so he always wondered if he was a mixed race baby, and that’s why he was given up because he wasn’t supposed to be.
Me: Aw, how terrible. Was he in Holland? The Netherlands?
Biggie: Yes. The only things I was allowed to have were the things I stole on the streets.
Me: Oh, how awful.
Biggie: And I had to keep them very private, so I learned how to build, like remove portions of the wall and build private shelving and repaint and make it look like nothing’s there. So, I really learned the art of being secretive. Very, very private. Then the church learned of my talent, forgave me for stealing. They didn’t make me return anything, to take anything away from me as long as I would work within the walls of the church, and I was the one who built secret sanctuaries—private rooms, private crossways, doorways, things like that. I was very creative, but I didn’t know how to build a whole building. I never learned overall architecture. I never got married or did any of that, but it was about being forgiven for being secretive. In the end, I realized my talents didn’t serve the good of the gods. It was really serving the good of the mischievousness of the clergy. So, to me at the time, God had two faces. I knew the humans were doing wrong. God wasn’t driving it; it was human greed. That life influenced me in this life because I was supposed to make closure in this life. When I come back again, I think I’ll pick up the same track.
Me: What do you mean you were supposed to make closure? Closure in what way? Can you clarify?
Biggie; I was supposed to make closure with God and myself in a human life, and it hasn’t happened yet.
Me: Closure for what? For stealing? For forgiveness?
Biggie: Not for my own behaviors. That was really egotistical. It was for how I perceive God.
Me: Okay.
Jamie (whispering): He’s kind of hard to understand.
Me (whispering): Okay. We’re still whispering!
Jamie: I know he feels like he’s making sense. I know for him the pieces are all there, but it just doesn’t really add up, does it?
Me: Yeah. Sometimes I need to ask for clarification.
(Pause)
Biggie: But it is about thievery, secrecy. Even if you are trying to do good, you’re probably still serving the bad of humankind. I was supposed to correct that in this lifetime, but it didn’t happen.
Me: I see.
Biggie: So, I’m going to try it again.
Me: Biggie do you have any messages for us?
(Pause)
Jamie: He makes his hand like a gun and he says, “Don’t get shot down.”
Me: That must be a metaphor for something, right?
Biggie: Yes. For me, I take it literally, but as a metaphor, it means don’t let anybody take you down. Nobody has the right to take away who you are. Nobody has the right to WHO you are.
Jamie (to Biggie): Was that right? Did I say it right?
(Pause)
Jamie: Does that make sense, or do I need to ask him again?
Me: No, that makes perfect sense. Anything else, Mr. Bigg—I mean Biggie?
Jamie cracks up.
Biggie: No, I’m good.
Me: Okay. Erik, do you have anything you want to ask?
Erik (mocking his own intimidation): Nooooo!
Jamie and I giggle.
Me: Okay. Well, thank you so much. It sure was a pleasure speaking with you.
Jamie: He was saying thank you to Erik, thank you to you—
Me: You’re most welcome, Biggie.
Jamie: He just yelled, “Peace out!”
Me: Peace out back to you, Biggie!
