I can’t tell you how great it is to be posting again. I miss transcribing the conversations I’ve had with my sweet little prankster and the camaraderie with my fellow CE family members.
These last two weeks have been anything but easy, as you can imagine. And of course, it’s not over yet. I suppose the most difficult moment was when a few blog members made such cruel comments while I was right in the midst of admitting my mother through the emergency room. The timing was just awful, but no fault of theirs. Since then, I’ve learned a lot about the value of loyalty, of loving someone despite the disagreements is so essential to the human experience. I understand that one of my many lessons is to learn not to take the emotional baggage of others to heart. I also think this was crucial to understanding my dear Erik even more deeply—something I never thought was possible. You see, he struggled with this same confusion over contradictions. In fact, he professed that to be the one single cause of that terrible pull of the trigger. No matter how much love and compassion he gave; no matter how many limping strays he brought home to heal; no matter how many people—strangers and friends alike—he reached out to and wrapped his heart around, cruelty and pettiness often set up roadblocks on his path to joy. “Friends” would make fun of his tics or talk badly him behind his back. People would hang up on his calls. Bullies would flat out mock and demean him like a cheetah would cull out a young and innocent gazelle from the herd.
Ah, the brutal duality of life.
Enjoy this next transcript in the channeling session from April. I’ll try to continue my daily posts, but of course it all depends on how things go with my mother’s health among other trying and serious challenges that I have not disclosed. I can say this: Please pray for my family and me as I will for you and yours.
Channeling Transcript
Me: Let’s talk about psychic surgeons. Blog member, Dan, gave me this book about one, a fellow by the name of Arigo. He was a peasant from Brazil who saved so many lives with his bare hands and a rusty knife. I told you about him. He would remove cataracts and uterine tumors from unanesthetized villagers, among other things. Really fascinating actually. Of course the guy has long sense passed on, but now I hear there is this other psychic surgeon by the name of John of God. Is he bonafide genuine? (Said with a heavy Texas drawl.)
Erik (in an even heavier drawl): He is. He’s bonafide and genuine!
Me: Ooo! Jamie, you mimicked Erik’s drawl perfectly! Guess I’m gonna have to make you an honorary Texan.
Jamie (laughing): Just imitating your boy!
Me: You might have to have a passport to get here though!
Jamie (chuckling): Seriously, right!
Erik: Yeah, I really believe the work this guy does is for real. The only thing that could block that work is if the person shows up and rejects the work he performs.
Me: Oh.
Erik: As fast as he can remove the tumor or the cancer or whatever, the faster the human can put it right back in.
Me: Oh, I see! We’re our own worst enemy. So, it’s all about skepticism?
Erik: Yes, and how well that person can let go to let someone help him or her. Humans have a hell of a time letting go of so many things. It’s such bullshit!
Me: I know!
Now, enjoy these videos about John of God.
One bit of advise to those in the video: don’t wear white when you’re getting surgery. just sayin’.
