I’ve noticed that a lot of blog members struggle with not-so-nice spirits hanging around them. Erik gives up great advice on how to handle them. If you like this post, please share!
Me: One blog member wants to know this: You said that once a psychopath passes, they’re relieved of their condition. That’s nice to know. So, we can presume that dementia and bipolar disease disappear, too. Is that right? She goes on to say that Ted Bundy was cool about having spiritual contracts to kill those women. She’s wondering if some spirits are stuck in an earth memory phase, but, for her, it doesn’t appear to be so. What about evil spirits who torment us? They can seem to by psychopaths from our perspective, so are the latter not suffering a latent memory lapse of their previous human state—not psychopathic, but rather making a personality choice to be bad because that’s still the stage their spirit is in? So basically she’s saying Ted Bundy passed over and was fine because what he did was part of a spiritual contract and had meaning. So, why are some of these spirits evil torment us?
Erik: They obviously haven’t crossed over, Man. Like, you die; you have a choice. Do you stay on Earth in the lower dimensional planes or are you going to cross over to where your natural state of being would be, cuz you don’t have a fucking body? So, if you were crazy and didn’t believe in God and all that shit and you die, then guess what? You’re not—
Erik (to someone else): Yeah, I know.
Jamie: Who are you talking to? I didn’t say anything.
Jamie bursts out into laughter. I’m left hanging.
Jamie: Wow! Some other person in spirit was telling him, “Don’t put it that way.”
Jamie (to Erik): Oh my god! Did you just get in trouble?
Erik: No, but it was a good point. I didn’t want to base the concept of going to Heaven on the belief in God.
Me: Oh, yeah. Right.
Erik: Cuz that’s not what gets you there.
Jamie (to Erik): Who was that?
Erik: No, don’t worry about it.
Jamie: He’s giving me these hand signals like, “Shut the fuck up.”
Jamie (to Erik): Uh uh. You put me on the spot all the time!
Me: So, it’s your turn, Erik.
Jamie: Your turn, Buddy!
Jamie: It’s an archangel that watches him. He calls it part of his team.
Me: Oh! Okay.
Jamie (laughing): The team that’s helping him be a better spirit! A better person.
Jamie: And this was all formed because of his growing character on Earth.
Jamie: Yeah, because he has, uh (to Erik) you’re right. You do!
Erik: Because I have a huge opportunity to teach people a simple truth not based in any religion. But, you know, sometimes you fuck up and say those things. That’s why I have them there. They’re like my autocorrect.
Let’s hope it works better than the iPhone autocorrect. My brother in law, Jim, texted somebody about virtual reality and it ended up as “Vaginal reality.”
Me: That’s good, Erik. Are they like your supervisors?
Jamie: I looked at him and go, ‘You care!’ And he goes, “Of course I do!” But, you know, he just plays it off as if he’s some tough, rough kid, and then all of a sudden when you see that side of him, you realize how much work he’s putting into it.
Me: God, yes. You work so hard, Sweetie.
Jamie (with a slight quiver in her voice): That’s so awesome.
Me: But sometimes you have fun doing it. It’s good that you are having a good time.
Jamie: Aw, he just leans back in his chair and goes, “Ah, I love my job! This is me.”
Me: That’s so awesome.
Erik: So, yeah, you don’t have to believe in God to get to Heaven, but, if you had no belief about the afterlife and you were an asshole, you’re going to be an asshole still, just without a body. It’s in the higher dimensional—
Jamie: I like that. “Higher dimensional.”
Erik: –dimensional planes where those lower vibrational emotions just don’t resonate. So, of course when you cross over, all that bipolar crap and, you know, the need to kill people and to fuck people up—it’s just not really there. I mean, you can have those thoughts; you just can’t pass it on; you can’t really act on it. They just go flat. So, if they’re dead and they’re having those thoughts; you can pretty much say that son of a bitch hasn’t crossed over. They’re hanging in the lower dimensional.
Jamie (giggling): Dimensional! I like that.
Me: He’s got the lingo down!
Jamie: Yeah. Dead people lingo. The dimensional.
Me: Sounds like a TV show. The Dimensional. Or a band.
Jamie: Oh, wouldn’t that be fun.
Erik: Ahem. So, if you’re hanging out with a spirit that’s a little tweaky-tweaky, first of all, I’d say. ‘What the fuck did you do?’ You’re obviously not protecting yourself. You’re entertaining this kind of interaction.’ So, I’d say, ‘Shame on you!’ cuz you have more power than Mr. Crazy Dead Person! I would tighten that up, and then I would start laying better boundaries for that shit to get away from you, and if you are the “chosen one” to help Mr. Crazy Dead Person cross over, then fucking man up! You know, do it! Do your job. Help it. Who knows why the crazy dead person picks that one person who probably has no fucking knowledge about how to help a dead person cross over. It could just be this living memory of who they used to be.
Me: Exactly. Wait; let me tell my sister to get the dog. She’s barking. She’s a little Yorkie puppy. Weighed 12 oz. when we got her, and she’s still so tiny. She wants to play with the cat.
(I try to call my sister, but she must be outside.)
Me: She’s supposed to be watching her. Okay, go ahead.
Erik: I was wondering how long you were going to take that barking.
Me: I know. Okay, go ahead, Erik.
Erik: I don’t remember where I was, cuz I went over to the house to see the dog bark.
Me: Okay. Anything else?
Erik: Nah. Just tell that person that if they have someone like that around, they’re the ones who are fucked up. Set the boundaries. Tell them this is not what you’re looking for; this is not what you’ll allow.
Be sure you share all of the pranks and visits you’ve received from Erik on our new “Erik Visits” page by clicking on the appropriate tab on the top menu of the homepage or on the link below. Even if you experienced a whopper in the distant past, don’t keep it to yourself!
Take this POLL whether or not you’ve had him spook you!
This is a very short YouTube of Erik sharing some of the struggles we have as humans. If you are human, you need to watch. If you’re not and you’re eavesdropping and thinking, “Nanny nanny boo-boo. It must suck to be human,” go back to your alternate universe!
The journey on which you’re about to embark will take you through stories that are deeply personal and involves a relationship between a mother and her son.
As a physician raised by two atheists, I had no personal belief system about life after death. In a word, I was a confirmed skeptic. As my journey progressed, my mind opened. It is my sincerest hope that yours will open as well and that you will have a greater understanding of your own life and what’s to come ahead.
Although Erik sometimes paints a rosy picture of the afterlife, time and time again he stresses that suicide is not the answer to one’s problems. If you struggle, please understand that the information in my blog and my book is no substitute for professional help. Please click here for a list of resources for help when you find yourself considering taking your own life. Know that they are readily available when you feel that hopelessness and despair that many of us feel from time to time in our lives.
I refuse all donations and ad revenue on the blog. It is my dream to one day establish a nonprofit organization that delivers a variety of spiritual services for those who have lost loved ones to suicide and cannot afford that assistance on their own. It’s a mission of love, sacrifice, and dedication.
Many of you may have had deceased loved ones communicate with you in ways you might not be aware of. (Damn I hate to end a sentence with a preposition, but I sound too professorial if I do.) Anyway, I digress. (Ah oh. That sounds kind of professorial, too. Sigh.) The way Erik says hello or tells me I’m on the right track is by creating a sensation of intense goosebumps. It’s a tingling sensation either on my scalp, my face, an arm or a leg. I had never experienced those goosebumps before he died. So, I asked him how spirits create that sensation, among other forms of communication.
Me: Why do some spirits make us feel goosebumps and/or coolness, and how exactly do they do that?
Jamie (to Erik, whispering): Oh, don’t.
Jamie: Can this go off record? Or maybe not.
Me: No! I don’t edit anything.
Jamie: Oh, god.
She braces herself as she conveys what Erik said.
Jamie bursts into laughter. She can’t contain herself.
Erik: Sometimes when you feel goosebumps, that’s kinda like when you’re in the movie theater and you’re—
Jamie squirms and says, “Oh,” to signal how hesitant she is about repeating his words.
Erik: It’s like being in front of Pee Wee Herman.
Me: I know you were going to say that!
Jamie: How did you know that? Holy sh*#. How did you know that?
Me: When you said “movie theater,” it was pretty obvious. Okay, what about Pee Wee?
Jamie laughs nervously, but continues.
Erik: —and, you know, he’s whacking off. That would give you the goosebumps.
Jamie: Even though he says whacking off, he shows me a, uh, a pump of lotion.
Erik: You know, that would give you goosebumps.
Me: Well, how do you do that?
Erik: It really depends on the vibration that the spirit is giving off, and what you’re wiling to perceive. Goosebumps, if we look at it scientifically—
Jamie: He’s using air quotes.
Erik: —they’re there as a mechanism, as a warning that your sense of your environment has changed without cause. I think that’s a great alarm system for when a spirit walks into a room. They can change the subtle energy in a room, but yet visually and physically, nothing has changed. You know, that’s there to raise the hair in your body and make you look bigger than what you are and like a badass. It’s the same thing as when raccoons and cats raise the hair on their bodies. Same mechanism as the goosebumps. Makes your hair stand up.
Whoa, I feel goosebumps on my right leg as I type this. HELLO ERIK!
Erik: They do it out of defense, but for us, it’s kinda, you know, (in a girlie voice) a little bit of fun. How do we do it? It’s really just a vibration match.
Me: A vibration match? You mean you match it with ours?
Erik: Uuuuh, it’s not like an identical match, but let’s say if I need a finger to push a button, I replicate the energy vibration of the finger so I can push the button. It’s cause and effect.
Me: Oh, I see. So, in the case where you make me feel goosebumps, um, like sometimes you make me feel goosebumps on the side of my face or my scalp or leg. How do you do that? Give me a step-by-step.
Erik: I get up behind you, and I get a large container of lotion.
Me (chuckling): God, Erik. Don’t even go there.
Erik: No, I get up behind you,and I put my hand in your hair. Then I push my energy through the top few layer of your skin, but not to the bone. And just the muscles. Usually your body responds to an interference, a change in the environment, so your body responds with the goosebumps. That’s why it’s really location specific.
Jamie stumbles on the word, “specific”.
Erik: Full body goosebumps is when we move through somebody or move past somebody. It’s all kinds of things. But for you, it’s pretty easy though, because you’re in tune to me; you communicate with me; you talk to me, so it’s kind of like knocking on the door to come in or hitting the doorbell and coming in.
Me: Mm hm, You usually do it to say hello or to give me an affirmative like, “Yes, that’s true,” or “Yes, you’re on the right path.” Things like that. Is that true?
Me: So, really, it’s energy-to-energy, right?
Erik: Yes, it is.
Me: So are you matching my energy, or…
Erik: Well, I’m not matching it identically; I’m just matching the need to give you the goosebumps.
Jamie (to Erik): I think that was confusing, the way you used “matching.”
Me (confused): Yeah. I don’t understand. Tell me energy to energy what you mean.
Erik: If I need a level 4 vibration to make you have goosebumps, I adjust to a level 4 to get into your energy and create the goosebumps for you. If I want to give you a solid touch, maybe I have to be a level 2, so I’d go to a level 2. If I want your ear to turn red and get hot and fiery, then maybe I have to be a level one.
Erik: So, I adjust myself to a level one. Our sense of interacting with humans, pets, plants is an adjustment of your energetic vibration level. It’s not like a mental think where I’m thinking it and I’m creating it and I’m making it happen out and away from me. I’m actually involved in that interaction, that merge of energy.
Me: Interesting. This blog member goes on to ask what other ways spirits make themselves known and how.
Erik (laughing): What? Is she writing a book?
Me: I guess so!
Erik is laughing hard.
Erik: The ways? The list is endless!
Me: Okay. Give me one other way.
Me: The second most common way.
Erik: Oh, like when people just randomly think if us for no cause or reason?
Me: Okay, and how—
Erik: But they think it’s just their memory kicking in or that they got sad or that it got triggered by something else? You know, that kind of bullshit; it’s really us.
Me: So, how does that happen? We sense the energy, but….
Erik: Ah, because normally your conscious mind is focused on something else, so it leaves your backside totally vulnerable. And I don’t mean, literally, your ass side. I just mean that if you’re focused on one thing, the 360 of where your focus could be is kind of left dark, right? If you’re focused on eating that hamburger the way your are, then all the other parts of your conscious awareness are kinda dull. So that leaves us an opening to send an energetic email with our imagery, our smell, our touch, our whole presence. You know, that’s like an email to us. It’s the whole thing. It’s a way of communicating. And then that darkened area outside what specific focus they’re having will light up. Boom! Cuz it’s receiving the email. And it’s easier to receive it cuz your fucking brain isn’t trying to control what’s coming in. It’s too damn focused on that hamburger. That’s the sweet spot. Then all of a sudden, you go, “Ah, Jim! I remember Jim! Why am I thinking about Jim? That’s weird!
Jamie (chuckling): I love these voices. The way he says things in a different voice. It’s funny.
Erik: So, that’s one way we get in, but yet people think it’s their mind paying games with them and all kinds of fucked up things, so we often don’t get the credit. Instead of, “Oh, Jim must be saying hi”, it’s, “Oh, he must have liked hamburgers.” So, they fuck it up. That’s one of the easiest ways we communicate.. If we go beyond that, we go to moving shit, putting shit in your way like in situations in your life, like you wanted a new job but you looked and looked and looked and looked, and it didn’t come up. Then, you turn around and you bump into somebody and they say, “Hey, are you for hire?” And they give you the job you wanted. That’s the shit we like to do.
Me: Well, that’s nice!
Erik: Yeah, that’s why I’m kind of digging all this media and, you know, finding the right people for your team, so…
Me: That’s awesome.
Erik: Yeah. It’s happening. It’s good stuff. Good stuff, Mom.
And that was good stuff, Erik.
Just a heads up: Jamie has two small group phone readings coming up. I urge you to sign up, because you’ll have the opportunity to talk with your loved ones, find out your spiritual path and past lives, ask about relationship, health and career issues, and more. Jamie is kind enough to offer these inexpensive mini-readings, because she’s booked up through September for her full hour readings.
Also, please join Jamie on Saturday, May 18 from 10:00-11:30am EST as she channels Erik. This will be a fun and unique event in which Jamie will channel Erik. He will deliver a lesson for the first 45 minutes, and then answer participant’s questions for the remaining 45 minutes. I’ve already signed up, and I hope you do, too. These sessions are often life-changing. Sign up below:
Last but not least, don’t forget to subscribe to the Channeling Erik YouTube channel. This morning, I just added a four-part series about the nature of, sensations behind and physics of death as well as information about life reviews. Here’s the link to the channel as well as the first in the five-part series about being human. Be sure to bookmark the link to the channel.
A few weeks ago, a blog member wanted to say that, although she enjoyed my posts immensely, she had not forgotten the tremendous tragedy that had brought me to this point. I so appreciated that comment, because long gone are those earlier entries about grief and loss as we have moved into the uncharted territory of the nonphysical world and the human experience. But not a day goes by that I don’t think about my boy. In the morning when I open my eyes and in the night when I close them. I forger that it’s only been a little over three years.
I know those days are gone when I used to read him bedtime stories and tuck him in at night, fuss at him to do his homework or finish his chores or brush his cheek with a kiss and tell him to be careful as he leaves with his friends to go to a party. Yes, I know he’s alive in another dimension, and he’s happier than he’s ever been. Our relationship is as happy as it’s every been. But I share this for a reason that is not as selfish as at first it may seem, because I speak for everyone who’s lost a child—everyone who’s lost someone they love. It still hurts, because no matter how thin that gossamer veil is, it’s still too goddam thick. But take heart in knowing that at least we know they’re there. They’re alive. They’re happy. And we’ll be together, because we’re eternal beings. You can’t argue with forever, baby.
Thank you for remembering what got me here.
(Arggh. It won’t let me use Verdana or any other font. Just italics vs. plain font.)
On another subject, I’d like to announce a wonderful opportunity for those living in and around Texas. If not, I think the DVD of this documentary will be available soon:
It’s been a long time since we’ve visited those posts where Erik talked about his own death and death in general. In this three part post, you’ll notice how different Erik is now compared to how he was then.
Grasping for contact of any sort with a lost loved one is natural. Years before, I would have considered channeling through a medium a little wacky, great fodder for jokes, even. But when Erik died, things I once doubted became urgent lifelines for me to cling to in hope. However skeptical at first, when I spoke to Erik through world-renown psychic, Kim O’Neill, I felt it was truly he. His personality, his wit, his manner of speaking, it was all Erik. Furthermore, she conveyed details she could not possibly have known such as the fact that he suffered from bipolar disease since he was 10 or 11 or the fact that he killed himself while sitting in a chair at his desk in his bedroom.
One of the first assurances Erik expressed was that we, his parents, did everything we could to prevent it. He said he had contemplated suicide for many years, really and just wanted to make certain he did it in a way that would ensure his passing. In recent months, he even researched all sorts of suicide methods on the Internet. Although he thought about taking an overdose of pills, one of his biggest fears was that he would survive, but remain impaired for the rest of his life. In the end, Erik felt shooting himself in the head assured him the biggest guarantee for “success.” Next, he had to choose a moment when he felt sure we would not be in the house when the gun went off. That opportunity would occur on October 6 during the ill-fated attempt to treat my sister, Teri, my daughters, Annika and Michelle, and my grand baby, Arleen to lunch.
Naturally, I asked him the heart-wrenching “why” of it all, and here’s what he had to say: “First, guys, I want you to know that you shouldn’t blame yourself. Dad, you’re better about that than Mom, but Mom, do not blame yourself. It is because of you that I lived to be the age that I did. It had nothing to do with school; it had nothing to do with the family; it had nothing to do with my health; I got real depressed when I was about 10 or 11. That’s when the bipolar disorder started. It would haunt me, haunt me. And it was real unpredictable; it would come and go. The lows were so terrible that I knew I wasn’t going to live to an old age. I just needed to figure out how and when to do it without killing you both with grief.” I asked him if, once he decided to take his life, he was afraid of dying and he replied, “Oh no! I was afraid of living!”
I also asked him what death was like, and he replied with great exuberance, “Oh, Mom, it was great, it was awesome; aw, it was fantastic. When my soul popped out of the body, awww! I didn’t feel any pain. One second I was sitting in my chair, and the next second my soul was out of my body and I was like, ‘this is so fucking great!’ I felt no pain or discomfort. I could fly. I felt happy; I felt joyous; I felt warm; I felt secure. That happiness, that joy was overwhelming. And I was flying around and flying around, then I looked down at my body, and I’m like ‘Oh shit. Oh shit shit shit.’ I was surprised by all the blood! I was so surprised! I wasn’t even thinking about that. I was just thinking about relief. I wasn’t even thinking about what I was going to look like! I wasn’t thinking about the clean up.” Then laughing heartily to himself, Erik announced, “Cleanup on aisle six!” Kim was a little shocked by his irreverent humor, but I assured her that this was very typical of him. This was very “Erik.”
He goes on to say, “Right after my soul popped out of my body, I heard the gunshot, and at first, I was a little confused to see my own body sitting in the chair. I thought, ‘Wait, I’m here. Why is my body down there?’ But then I realized I was a soul. I was really worried about what would happen when you found me, Mom, so I went to Bestefar’s house in Norway right away. After a while of hanging with him, though, I started to feel real, real, real sorry for what you guys were gonna find. The person I was most worried about was Michelle, because of all the people in the family, she’s the most sensitive. She’s the most vulnerable to being fucked up by something like that.” With a chuckle he added, “But don’t tell her I said that. I don’t want her to be pissed off at me. Mom, I knew you were going to be crushed, but I thought you would be able to deal with it if you knew I was going to be so much happier in spirit and that I was going to be with you. I’m with you all the time, but I’m in spirit and I’m happy. So you have a son who is with you in spirit and I’m safe and I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I figured you would be able to understand that and accept it. I’m still with you. I’m with you all the time.” (All of this repetition left me with the impression that Erik was nervous about my reaction. This is exactly how he would talk if he came home after curfew or brought home a bad grade.)
I will continue to share Erik’s description of his death and his first moments in the afterlife, but this has all exhausted me. I need to rest and lick my wounds.
I’d like to dive in to where I left off in the first channeling session with Erik. As he mentioned, after he saw his body and voiced dismay at the “mess” he created and his concerns about how we would react when we found him, he escaped to Norway to visit his grandfather, Bestefar. I’ll get into the abilities of a soul later, including how they travel and manifest whatever they wish.
Once he was in Norway, he says, “I felt this magnetic pulling sensation, pulling, pulling, pulling me almost like a vacuum. And all of a sudden there I am, there I am! I started looking around and saw that Allie was there! Denise was there! Denise was right there in front.” (As mentioned early, Allie was one of Erik’s former girlfriends killed by an accidental gunshot wound to the head back in March 2009, and Denise was his aunt (my sister) who committed suicide to end years of suffering from the complications of diabetes.) Erik approached Denise, who was standing in front of the others and asked, “‘Did I go to Hell?’ She responded with a big laugh and said, ‘Because you see me?’ Then they both laughed and Denise added, ‘Erik, you idiot!’ They hugged and everyone else came up to hug him and welcome him back to Heaven. Denise told Erik she already knew what he was going to do and asked him if he could just stay for at least fifteen minutes to visit with them before he go back to check in on us.
At this point, Kim says Erik’s case is a “huge anomaly,” because under ordinary circumstances (if the word “ordinary” can ever be appropriate in this subject matter!) committing suicide before it’s your time to go is a big no-no. Souls that end their lives always have to go through some form of therapy in isolation to help them understand why they did what they did, how they forestalled their chance to work on certain issues, etc. But Erik didn’t have to go through all of these steps, meaning he is probably a higher level soul. (More about soul hierarchy later.) Instead, Erik met and mingled with his soul group, stayed for a short period of time, and then returned to Earth where he’s living with our family now.)
In the channeling session, Erik continues, “I wanted you to know I was there. Those are the orbs you saw in the pictures you took. That’s me! At first, souls materialize as balls of light and then later we can materialize in a form you can see. And that was me visiting Pappa in the dream where we were standing next to the truck. It was also me in the dream Popi (his maternal grandfather) had of me in his lap. And Mom, that dream Kelley had, that was Allie sitting next to me!”
Kim adds that Erik is very well liked and is seen as extremely charismatic to others in Heaven. She also commented that Erik is going to be very tangible in dreams. She’s amazed how he already has so much control and power over his energy despite his recent arrival. She says, “This much electrical power is astonishing!”
Next, I asked Erik if he was more comfortable in the spiritual plane than the physical plane, and he answered, “Yes, it was like having pain all the time like with a migraine or an abscess. I found some peace in Norway, but all the peace I found was fleeting. That’s why I always jumped from one thing to the next, to the next, to the next. That’s why I didn’t stick with anything long-term. The pleasure or enjoyment or stimulation it gave me was always so fleeting. I would start feeling pain again and then I’d jump to something else.”
Kim then started to get choked up and said, “I see Erik getting on his knees, his hands together as if pleading, and tears are streaming down his face. He’s begging you to forgive him for what he’s done.”
I plan to practice channeling Erik on my own. If this goes well, I will urge anyone who has lost a loved one to develop their own skill, too. Apparently, everyone has the ability to channel those on the other side, including their own guides. Maybe this will give hope to other parents who have suffered what I believe is the ultimate tragedy, losing a child. If I can establish a relationship with my son in the afterlife, so, too, can they.
I urge everyone to read about the scientific evidence for the existence of an afterlife, the survival of consciousness after death, the fact that we live many lives, and other matters I once considered the domain of quacks and charlatans. I recommend two books in particular. One is entitled “The Hidden Domain.” This deals with the quantum physics of the soul, consciousness, thought, and the “other side.” You have to digest each page slowly, because it’s pretty heavy stuff! The second book is entitled, “The Afterlife Experiments.” Here, you’ll read about experiments that are performed using strict scientific methods to establish the fact that consciousness, and therefore the soul, does survive after death and communication with departed souls is possible.
Through the medium, Kim O’Neill, Erik shared volumes of information about death, but I wanted to start by letting him know that, although I would like to channel him on my own, my grief makes it difficult to have the quiet mind necessary to hear him. Here’s his response:
“I’m just going to have to talk louder than your grief! Your grief is causing a lot of static. It’s like if we were at a water park, we’d have to talk louder to hear each other.”
‘Can you do that, Erik?’ I ask.
‘But how will I know it’s you and not a conversation I just make up in my mind?’
“Because you know me, Mom. You know the way I talk. You know my sense of humor. I’m gonna say, ‘Mom it’s me,’ and you’ll know it’s me. You’re going to be able to feel the difference between your grief, your head talk and me. And I’ll talk louder than your head talk so you’re probably gonna have to tell me to keep it down a notch CUZ I’M GOING TO BE TALKING REALLY LOUDLY! Here’s my plan for now. I’m going to be coming to you in dreams, lucid dreams. So I’m coming to you first. In the morning, you’re going to have total recall about what we talk about, usually. If you don’t, when you go to the computer and start typing. It’ll just come out.”
I ask, ‘How often can you come to me?’
“Any time I damn well please!” he says jokingly.
‘Well then, how often do you think that can be?’ I ask this because I want so desperately to have him with me all the time. It’s funny; when a person is around, you feel okay about seeing them only sporadically. It’s no big deal if they go away on a trip for a week or two and hang out with friends more than home, but when they die, they become the center of your every thought and emotion. You want them to be around you, communicating constantly.
Erik goes on to say, “Well, I’d like to come every night the day before you wanna write something the next day.”
That, of course, means I will be determined to write daily. Communicating in dreams, however, is one thing, but feeling their touch is another. So I ask, ‘How can I better feel your presence?’
Erik assures me by saying, “I’ve been working on building my ability to manipulate physical matter on the earthly plane. Every time we pass away and our soul goes to heaven, we’ve gotta work on our ability to expand our electrical energy so that, if we want to, we can move material objects; we can really make our presence known in the most tangible way possible—to materialize, to touch others, and to have them feel it. That’s what I’ve been working on. So, what I’m going to do is this: I’ll come up and hug you; I’ll touch your arm and you’ll know it’s me; I’ll come up and give you a kiss on the cheek, and I’m going to rub your hair. I’m going to put my hand on top of your head and rub your hair back and forth just like I used to do. Remember how it used to piss you off when I messed up your hair like that?” (He laughs really hard for several seconds. Of course, now, I’d give anything for him to have my hair in a rat’s nest all the time.) “And when you drive you’ll hear me saying ‘Mom, go faster’ or ‘it’s yellow, you can make it; you can make it; go through the light.’”
‘Yeah, I remember what a backseat driver you were, Erik!’ I respond with a chuckle.
He laughs and says, “Yeah, it was easier to be a backseat driver with you than with Pappa, huh? You took it better than he did! And Mom, this is what you’re going to write about in a book: How parents can rise above the grief to actually be able to feel and hear and be aware of their kid around them. You’re also going to be smelling me, Mom. It’ll be the smell like I’ve been working outside, kinda like a sweaty guy smell.” Ah, how well I remember that scent. It wasn’t objectionable to me a all; it was just a sign of how much he loved working outside on cars, bikes, and his welding.
Erik continues with, “Mom, you did everything you could. The problem was I didn’t listen to you. I thought all that stuff was a bunch of bullshit, but now I know! Oh my God, if only, if only, if only. I created something that was much more stressful than it was supposed to be. Even when I had the gun in my hand, it was like should I, shouldn’t I, should I, shouldn’t I? It happened so fast that my guardian angels couldn’t do anything to stop it. They tried to get other people to call or come over, but there wasn’t enough time.”
Just before his death, his older sister, Kristina, experienced something that gives Erik’s statement credence. She says, ”I had been reading about learning disabilities and suicidality in children/teens for my behavioral science course, and I of course was thinking about him the whole time that morning. I got a strong urge to pick up my cell phone and text him ‘I love you’ for no apparent reason at all. But it was in my purse in the other room and I didn’t go get it. I feel remorseful about that.”
On the day of his death, Erik’s younger sister, Annika, and his Aunt Teri recall passing by his room as they walked down the hall to go to the lunch we had planned. In fact, their encounters occurred within ten minutes of his death. They both claimed they saw him sitting at his desk, staring ahead solemnly. Oh, how they wished they had recognized his sadness and stopped to comfort him! In retrospect, these three incidents were most assuredly his guides’ attempts to muster our help and intervention.
Yet Erik reassures us as he continues, “I know you knew it was a possibility this would eventually happen, Mom, but there was nothing you could have done beside worry and do all the stuff you did to help me. Did you know a third of parents around the world have kids who are suicidal? I know that now. You need to let other parents know that too.”
‘Could you tell me more about what it’s like to die, Erik?’ I ask.
“I literally felt no pain. I felt no pain. Mom, it’s really important to put that down because a lot of kids die in accidents like car accidents or motorcycle wrecks. Some have been murdered; some have drowned. Even if a child has died of a heart attack or cancer, the parent is always going to worry about the pain and suffering they might have had during death. But tell everyone there is no pain. My soul popped out of the body at the moment of my death. I truly felt nothing. You know, Mom, I’m going to be totally honest with you about everything. I felt this shocking, this immediate sense of peacefulness, happiness, euphoria. It was stunning. I felt like I was floating, like I was levitating. After my soul popped out of the body, at that moment, I heard a shot. I can’t gauge the time.
“I was feeling this awesome euphoria and enjoying it and it then it was as if this invisible hand was telling me ‘look there, look down.’ So I looked down and I thought, ‘holy shit’ and I realized it was me. For a couple of seconds I wondered, ‘how can I be there and be here too?’ And then I realized, ‘Ooooh, it’s my soul! This is my soul! Then I came into this overwhelming knowing about who I really am, all of my past lives. At that moment I could understand what you were trying to help me heal from in those past lives. I got this immediate knowing and I was like, ‘Oh, oh, that’s what Mom was trying to help me with. Wow, she knew!’ I could see you for who you really are, I could see Pappa for who he really is, and Lukas, Kristina, Michelle and Annika, everybody, everybody—family, friends, everyone on the earthly plane. I could see them for who they really are. This knowing was rapturous. I know that’s a word I wouldn’t use on the earthly plane so I’ll say this so you’ll know it’s really me, ‘It was fucking rapturous!’ I all of a sudden had all this wisdom and I thought, ‘Aaawww, why didn’t I have all this when I was there?’ Then I realized I could have. I could have.
“Mom, that’s where you’re headed. You are going to feel this knowingness, this peace in this lifetime, and then you’re going to teach everybody else in the family. You’re going to feel neutral, objective about the choices other people make. It’s a lot easier being in spirit because you can see someone else’s destiny even when they make choices that change that destiny. Spirits can immediately be neutral and not judge themselves or others.”
“So of course I already told you what happened when I saw all the mess I made. I knew you were going to find me and that was not my goal. I didn’t think. Once I pulled the trigger I couldn’t change my mind. I felt this horrible sense of loss knowing what you guys were gonna feel and I had my own sense of loss, scared, real scared that you guys weren’t going to be able to pick up on me. I was real frightened about it. Then I had this tragic feeling of grief knowing you were gonna find it, Mom. I knew it. I felt this impossible to describe sense of remorse. Maybe it was even more grief than you feel, Mom, because I did it. I did it. I have no one to blame but myself. I knew I would have to have therapy because of it. So you know I went to Norway right away to see Bestefar (his grandfather), but my guide made me come back and watch when you found me. It was the most horrible thing I have ever experienced, seeing you break down in my lap, sobbing. My guide made me look at what pain I caused for you. It was unbearable.” (Here, Kim, again describes him kneeling, hands together as if begging, tears streaming down his face asking for forgiveness.)
“Then I felt this pulling, this pulling like a gravitational pull and I heard this “zinnnggg” and all of a sudden I was standing there in front of a whole bunch of other spirits and I recognized them all! There were hundreds of them. I was like ‘Oh, there’s Aunt Sophie; there’s my brother from the Middle Ages,’ I could recognize everybody from all my past lives and my brother from this lifetime.” (I had lost a baby during my 24th week of pregnancy. It was a boy. We named him, Seth. It happened around 16 years ago, so Kim could not have known Erik had a brother on the other side.)
“There was this big table where everybody was going to sit down…like a family dinner. There was a lot of music, there was a lot of laughing. Oh, and, Mom, I asked four souls from your soul group who aren’t part of your life now if they could help you through all this. I want to do something to help the family. I want to be able to do something for you guys. If there is anything at all I can do to help anyone in the family, please let me know, and I’ll do everything I can. I want to feel like I’m still part of the family. Ask me to do stuff. I can’t exactly take out the garbage but… Spiritual being can move physical objects just as well as you guys.”
‘Okay,’ I joke, ‘I’ll get a chore list together for you!’
Erik laughs, then continues, “Mom, you’re going to notice things have been done, and you’ll ask other people ‘Did you do that?’ ‘Did you do this?’ and they’ll say ‘no’ and you’ll know it was me!” I found that so comforting. Proof of his presence is crucial. I don’t want to feel like I’ve really lost my little boy forever. That would be too much to bear.
“Okay, let’s get back to what happened next,” I prod. Erik was always easily distracted, just like his mom.
“Oh yeah, right, Well, I was at this big long table, and I felt dazed. I was still euphoric, but I was dazed. It’s like one minute I was in my physical body and the next minute I was a free spirit without physical limitations, and I kept asking, ‘I’m really a spirit, right? I mean, I don’t get to go back to that lifetime; I’ve let that lifetime go?’ Then I started “the review.” Nobody did the review but me. I was sitting at the table. Uh, I was sitting there and everyone was talking about how happy they were that I’m back. No matter how we pass, we’re always welcomed back with open arms. Everyone is always thrilled to see us again. Anyway, so I’m sitting at the table, and I’ve got my elbows on the table. I’ve got my head in my hands and I’m reviewing my life. I started sobbing when I remembered being a little boy and you calling me your ‘little man’ and doing things with me and telling me what a big man I’m gonna be. I’ve taken all of that away. Those were the worst moments of the review. I want to thank Pappa for treating me like an adult. Pappa, you treated me like an adult for as long as I can remember. Thanks, Pappa; that meant a lot to me.”
“So I finished my review and I considered what I could have done that I didn’t; what I did do that I shouldn’t have. I don’t know how long the review took. I didn’t mark time. No one here marks time. But it didn’t take long, because the candles were still burning on my cake, my “welcome home” cake. Then I felt this heaviness, this real emotional heaviness. I was approached by this female soul who offered to counsel me; she offered me therapy. So I’ve been going to therapy. She’s not only helping me understand why I did it, why I took my life, but how I can go back to the earthly plane with this heaviness added to the healing I was supposed to do this lifetime without doing the same thing again. Wow, Mom, if I could have seen what I was healing from (in past lives,) no wonder I was so fucking depressed and angry. No wonder, Mom!”
“I want you to let other people know that we have lots of company here. A lot of parents who have lost kids worry that their kid is all alone, but it’s not that way. We imagine what we want to eat, and it’s right there. We live where we want; we live how we want; we don’t feel hot or cold. Thought creates reality much faster here. It happens in an instant.”
I only booked an hour with Kim, so, sadly, it was time to wrap things up. I ask him, ‘Okay, I’m running out of time, but do you have anything else you want to say about what it’s like to die?’
“Shit yeah, tons but don’t worry, I’ve written it all down. We can cover it later.”
Erik writing things down? Could it be? That might just be the biggest transformation of all! I can hear him laughing in agreement.
In this video, Erik shows his beautiful sensitive side I adore so much. Ironically, he talks about teaching his niece, Arleen, how to shoot and at the end of the video, I’m wearing the same shirt I wore when I found Erik dead. Now, it’s in the bottom drawer in my closet covered with blood. I don’t know why I can’t throw it away. I guess it’s the only physical thing I have left of him.
Note: In this session, Erik needed the help of my guardian angel, Veronica.
Me: Alright, I’d like to get a little clarification on the concept of evil and demonic spirits. I’ve had some tell me there is no evil, that all is Love and all is good. So, are we dealing with semantics here? Are there evil or demonic spirits, and can they harm us?
Veronica: So just as there is light and dark, there is good and evil. This is a battle that’s been going on from the beginning. They CAN harm if one allows them in, and they have already caused harm to the earth and people.
Erik: Where do you think serial killers and other beings that do horrible things throughout history—
Me: Is it some fabrication? I mean, I thought that God is really All There Is and that the Light is all there is. Of course we need the duality, so are evil and fear-based elements sort of fabricated as a tool so that, through contrast, we can become aware of who we are and so that God can experience Herself or Himself?
Veronica: It’s hard to explain. It’s one of those things you find out when you come over here to the other side. Now, Erik’s going to speak.
Erik: From my perspective, Mom, you know that I used to watch what went on in the world and around me. My way of thinking wasn’t like everyone else’s. So I saw a lot of contradictions. A lot of them.
Me: Yes, I know. You said the same thing through Kim and Jamie.
Erik: I saw a lot of sadness, but joy too. I saw kindness and cruelty. I just couldn’t live with all that bullshit. People would be nice one day then mean the next. They’d be pleasant to my face but say such shit behind my back. I felt off-balance all the time.
Me: I know, Baby. I know.
Erik: Not from you, but—
Me: No, I know. I totally understand, Sweetie. You were so kind to everyone and it was hard for you to grasp why people could be so cruel in return. I definitely saw that conflict within you.
Veronica: Back to what you said, you’re right. You’re right in that part of it was for us to come willingly to seek out love and kindness and joy.
Me: Yeah, but you can’t see it if it’s right in front of you without contrast. I guess we have to slog through the dark forest to get to the sunlit meadow.
Erik: And to answer your original question, Mom, everything is just a gradation of good or of Light. What you call evil or demonic is just at the lower end of the spectrum.
Me: That confirms what you said through Jamie.
Erik: Yeah, I know, but I’m still learning about all this. It’s pretty deep shit.
Erik and I laugh.
Me: Are there such things as shadows—dark energies that follow someone and prevent them from succeeding?
Me: Really? Why?
Erik: I like to call them attachments. They’re ghosts, which are spirits who haven’t crossed over into other dimensions. They remain on the earthly dimensions.
Jamie listens to Erik, and then laughs.
Jamie (to Erik): I don’t know if we can use that one.
Erik: Let’s take a fatty.
Jamie (to Erik): Use a different example.
Erik: Okay, let’s use an alcoholic. If it’s a ghost was an alcoholic while they were living and you went to a bar and you’re a good drinker, they can attach to you and enjoy that sensation. Now let’s say you’re done with being an alcoholic, but the attached entity is not. They are feeding you energy that supports you being a drunk.
Me (sarcastically): Oh, great!
Erik: You are fighting to be sober, but it’s not working. You’re in conflict.
Me: How do you get rid of them?
Erik: It’s really important that you learn how to know—is it your issue, or is it a bigger issue than yourself? Is it an attached entity?
Me: How can you find out, and how can you get rid of them if that’s the issue?
Erik: Well, if you’re not spiritually inclined yourself, then you need to go to someone who knows.
Jamie: I just wouldn’t go somewhere where you have to pay an arm and a leg and the person says, “Oh, you have to come back three times.”
Erik: Yeah, people get wrapped up in the voodoo galore crap. You got someone attached to you? All right, tell them to leave! You set boundaries. You wash yourself; you cleanse yourself; you change your line of thinking so you don’t give your power to what you considered the little voice inside your head as being enlightened, because it’s an attached entity. What? Are you asking this for the first time?
When he talks about washing and cleansing yourself, I’m sure he must be talking about energy rather than the physical body.
Me: I know. My bad.
Erik: I love you.
Me: I love you, too, you little rapscallion!
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Me: Okay, now what do I tell people when you’ve spent a lot of time here talking about how easy death usually is and how wonderful the afterlife can be? What’s to stop them from wanting to go there before it’s their time? I mean, you make a great case for dying. What can I tell them, Sweetie?
Erik: Well, first, Mom, you gotta define what is “before their time.”
Me: Oh, yeah, yeah, exactly. I guess what I want to know is what’s to keep people from committing suicide given you’re descriptions about Heaven, uh, when they maybe shouldn’t go that route?
Me: It’s like getting off early from work when you’re not supposed to, you know? “It’s Friday; I’m leaving at two!”
Jamie (laughing): Sneaking out!
Jamie: He has a really different tone when he’s talking right now. (pause) It’s not his, “Hey, I’m telling you a story. I’m chit-chatting.” His tone has kind of dropped a level—more sincere.
Erik: Mom, if people are at the place of suicide, and they’re romancing that idea—cuz that’s what it’s like; you have to romance it for a while before you test yourself to see if you have the strength to do it or not.
Me (somberly): Um hm.
Erik: If you find out you have the strength, I’m going to tell you right then and there, Mom, it’s not a wrong choice. I don’t know if you ever want to write that in a book.
Me: Well, should I or shouldn’t I?
Erik: I just don’t want you to catch hell, because people are going to rise up against you—humans need to have the structure and the rules. They have to be told what is right and wrong. But really, we’re supposed to do that internally for ourselves. And yes, Mom, people can be saved from suicide; people can be stopped; uh, a friend can show up and take the gun away; an unexpected person can arrive and pump their stomach of the pills they just took. Those are the moments of salvation that scream: “You have a second chance.”
Me (sadly): Yeah. How I wish…
Erik: But if you actually follow through on the suicide, and you achieve it, most of the time—I’ll say 70% of the time—you’re supposed to go. You’re supposed to go. But you’re right, there’s the other 30%–that’s a loose number—but there are those few who succeed that really should have had that second chance.
Me: Oh, yeah.
Erik: Those are the ones that have such a rough time over here in the afterlife, Mom. They have to retrace their steps as if they were living and help those who were supposed to be a crucial part of their life. You think it’s hard to communicate with someone who won’t listen to you? It’s way more difficult to talk while you’re dead to someone who’s living. It’s a real pain. It’s frustrating! So imagine the hardships that soul has trying to amend and make things smooth after their accidental “success” of suicide.
Me: You mean in trying to help those they left behind? Those who are grieving, who feel betrayed, abandoned?
Erik: Yeah. Yeah, cuz maybe it was in five years that the guy was supposed to win the lottery and give twenty thousand to his mom—
Me: Oh, yeah! I see!
Erik: —so she could develop a way to cure a toe fungus.
Me (chuckling): Ah!
Erik: And now that the guy killed himself, that’s not gonna happen. So now, he has to find ways to get other people in his mom’s life to do that, to give her the money and follow through with the destiny he cut short.
Erik: There’s that missing link, because they chose that free will option, and they followed through with it instead of allowing the structures of life to teach them.
Me: But the other ones who have a, um, those for whom it’s okay to commit suicide as their exit point, is that always predetermined between lives?
Erik: Predetermined? Yes.
Me: Like, “Okay, I’m finished with my spiritual contract, so…”
Erik: Wouldn’t it be great if we could change the term, “commit suicide?” To “be committed,” that’s like jail time.
Me: Yeah, I guess for those who die at their predestined exit point, death is freeing.
Erik: Yeah, what’s up with that?
Me: Well, were you one of the 30% or one of the 70%?
Erik: Oh, I was one of the 70%.
Me: So it was your time?
Me: Wow. Well, look at all the good you’re doing, so maybe it was. So, was this planned between lives for you, or was it one of many exit points for you?
Erik: It was planned, but you’re right, it was one of many possible exit points. My other one’s would have soon followed this one. It wasn’t like thirty more years, and there’d be another opportunity. They were all grouped together in my twenties.
Me: Why was this your designed exit point? What was the reason? It seems like you were just so confused about what you were here to do, so why, uh—
Erik: Because I have a bigger voice here, Mom.
Me: Oh, okay.
Erik: You’re my megaphone. And through your experiences of this, other people around the world have been enlightened and will be enlightened.
Me: So, in a way, it was your destiny, and the whole purpose was for you to help others with your bigger voice in the afterlife? Is that what you’re saying? I just want to make sure I get this right.
Erik: Yeah, and to help you find your place, Mom.
Me: Oh, okay. Like we’ve talked about before, early on, you said it was not your destiny.
Erik: Well, right after death, you’re more likely to be a little confused. I wasn’t totally oriented to what was going on, what happened and why.
Me: Yeah, I remember you saying that. It makes so much more sense. Of course, I’d much rather your death be something you designed between lives for a higher purpose, but it also explains why, of all the kids, I could never imagine you getting old, getting married, having kids, and—
Erik: Yeah, neither could I.
Me: So, I guess I must have known deep inside.
Jamie (in mock offense): No! Erik, that’s just mean! He says women aren’t the best mediums—
Jamie: See, isn’t that mean?
Me (laughing): You are so grounded, Mister!
Jamie: He says we tend to want to console, and so we put our own feelings within the reading to sugarcoat things. If you were to find a male medium, they’re a little more dry and harsh, less compassionate, so they’d tend to say things straight up.
Me: Well, gosh, I find that, in general, women are much better at channeling!
Jamie: Yeah, we’re more receptive!
Me (chuckling): That’s right, more receptive! What’s with that, Erik, you male chauvinist!
Erik (laughing): Pig?
Me: Yes, yes, yes, that’s what I was going to say, but I didn’t want to diss the pigs!
Jamie (laughing hard): You didn’t want to hurt the pig’s feelings! He’s laughing so hard!
Me: So, it was your destiny, right? This is important to me, so I want to clarify it completely.
Erik: Yep, it was my destiny to check out.
Me: So, Erik, what’s your advice to those who want to kill themselves?
Erik: Don’t do it if it’s not 100% your destiny, because your problems won’t go away with death. For instance, if you have a bad self-esteem, it’ll still suck. If you have problems with confidence, with intimacy, with openness, you’ll still have these problems when you cross, plus you’ll just feel so horrible about what you’ve done to those you love. On top of all that, you’ll have to clean up the mess you left behind with your loved ones and the destinies that have been altered by the ripple effect from your death. People who kill themselves are really shocked by that when they cross over. They think it’s a clean release with no more crap to deal with. And cleaning up all this type of shit is much harder to do in the afterlife.
Me: Well, that should be enough to convince them. Okay, so is there anything else you want to say about anything? You talked about death, what happens afterwards, the life review, the socializing period, and, well, I guess that’s it as far as the sequence of what happens at and shortly after death. So, then what? You go to different classes, you underwent some therapy, you’ve evolved there in the afterlife according to your changing belief system. I remember at the beginning you were in an environment very similar to the earthly plane, because that’s what your belief system seemed to mesh with. And now you’ve graduated out of that, because your belief system opened up to greater possibilities, right? Tell me in your own words for the book.
Erik: You could say belief systems, but it’s more like—
Jamie (giggling): Baby birds? Really, Erik?
Erik: Yeah, it’s like being a baby bird—
Jamie (after listening to Erik’s explanation for a bit): Oh, that’s right, baby birds are born knowing everything!
Me: Oh, really? Cool!
Erik: Yeah, they don’t have to learn anything. They’re born with all their knowing, their lessons, already done. They know how to build a nest; they know how to fly; they know everything.
Me: Oh, yeah!
Erik: So when you die, you’re a baby bird, and it just takes time for you to open up. It’s not really about learning things; it’s about remembering what you already know.
Me: Awesome metaphor, Erik. Okay, Baby, I guess that’s all we have time for. Thank you so much, Jamie. Alright, Sweetie, until next time.
Jamie (giggling): He’s blowing you kisses!
Me: Aw, thank you, Erik. I love you.
Many of you have seen this video of Erik singing while driving home from Florida with his sister, Michelle. I find the words so ironically prophetic. At one point, you can see his dark despair come through, followed purposeful comic relief. I wish I had been there to hug him. I wish I could hug him now.
If you can’t access the above YouTube, here’s the direct link:
Me: Energetically, what happens at the time of death? Does something happen to the wave pattern or the frequency of our energy? Does our energy pass into a white hole? What happens from sort of a physics perspective?
Jamie (to herself): From the physics perspective.
Erik: Well, um—
Me: In simple terms. You don’t have to get elaborate, cuz you might not even know, and we might not even understand it if you do, but what happens energetically at death?
Jamie: The visual that comes with it is that he’s showing me a body that’s just recently deceased, and the energy is separating from the matter.
Erik: The energy is separating from the matter it created.
Jamie: The way that I see it in my head is kind of on a cell level, and there are these sparks—it almost looks like when you rub your feet on the carpet, and then you tap someone and zap!
Me: Mm hm. Okay. The sparks are on each cell? Coming from each cell?
Jamie: Yes. Spuck, spuck, spuck, spuck. So that the energy can escape the matter that it created, and this is how the matter is left behind. There’s not like this spontaneous, mass exodus of, um, like—
Erik (to Jamie): What are you doing?
Jamie (to Erik): I have no idea! I’m just trying to watch! I don’t know, but I feel like extremely handicapped today when you’re showing me images and talking!
Jamie (to me): What he’s saying is, um, he’s almost posing a question. If the energy leaves the body, if the soul leaves the body, why doesn’t the body just completely disappear?
Me: Oh my god! Yeah!
Jamie: Right? Because it was the energy of the soul—
Erik: Well that’s the difference! That’s what I’m trying to tell you. There’s this kind of spark, this kind of separation, and the energy that created the body, created the cells, created the muscles, created the bones, is leaving it behind. That’s the whole idea of the death—it no longer wants the body that it had manually created put together and thrived in. That’s why it becomes a shell.
Me: Ah, molting!
Erik: Because when it’s alive, it’s very much connected on every level.
Erik: That’s pretty much the first thing that takes place. Instant separation. Pa-pa-pa-pa-pow! I think here’s where lies the answer of spontaneous combustion. It’s those people whose energy couldn’t leave its material makings behind, so it created sparks so violent and so strong that it actually—POW! —Went into flames. These are people that have trouble letting go of everything. Even the body.
Erik: After this, the energy collects. This is the soul energy. And when the soul energy is able to completely separate from the body, it’s able to be identified as spirit. And it still uses the memories and the collection of characteristics that it created throughout that lifetime to journey itself back Home. So, if it believes in the tunnel, if it believes in the spirit, the demons or whatever, that’s what it has to go through until it gets Home. It’s self-powered until it arrives Home, and than it can be delivered a certain kind of truth.
Me: What do you mean by, “delivered a certain kind of truth”?
Erik: It would be a truth that would match that spirit’s understanding. In other words, when the soul arrives, it’s still so connected to human understanding that we have to pose concepts in a certain way so that it can be understood. But then, once the spirit comprehends where it is and has a broader acceptance of knowledge, then we can feed deeper truths, broader truths, and concepts that are larger than the body itself. That’s why we keep saying that when you die, you just don’t get the keys to the city. You just don’t instantaneously know everything, but that speed does depend on your willingness. Your free will. In terms of earthly time, it takes some people years; it takes some people 3 minutes. So, there’s no right or wrong here.
Me: When you say, “We can feed deeper truths,” who are “we”?
Erik: We are, I’m just trying to say in general, the guides that show up and help. So, it’d be that person’s personal guides or angels, or if there was a spiritual counselor that was dedicated to that person, then that’s who would show up. It might be deceased family members.
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As the holidays approach, some of us long for a break. A break from the grief of losing someone we love. A break from being mired in daily struggle. A break from being human. This is the first time Erik spoke to me without the need of a question prompt. He spoke with solemn passion. How timely.
Erik: You know, Mom, before you ask me a question, I want to talk to you about people who want to take their own life. In some cases, the stress, the grief, whatever builds up, it’s like a volcano. Only so much can build before it has to release. The lesson in each case is that there is perfection in imperfection.
Me: Mm hm.
Jamie: He’s pausing. Erik, I can see that.
Me: What? Is he picking his nose?
Jamie (sounding touched): No. His eyes are tearing up.
Me: Oh, Sweetie. It’s okay.
Jamie: He’s just kind of readjusting his gestures and how he’s sitting so that he’s really not squared off with me; we’re not looking at each other face to face.
Jamie (to Erik): But, you know, I can see that you’re adjusting. I can see. I can see.
Erik: Well, it’s hard …
Jamie (to Erik, in a warm, motherly tone): Take a deep breath. You don’t always have to be the fast talker.
Me: Yeah, Sweetie. Take your time.
Jamie (with a soft chuckle): I don’t mind a pause.
Erik: It just throws me right back into my human state of mind—right back into my body—and I haven’t shaken hands with those demons in a long time.
Me: Yeah, I know.
Erik: And I’m happy not to shake hands with them anymore, but when you’re human, you think you have the power to override them—the internal thoughts, those crazy horses in your head that just run with ideas and thoughts that actually hold no truth. But because the thoughts are so heavy, they feel incredibly real, and we start to validate them as real and they’re not. It’s within this slice of anxiety, madness, grief, this really imbalanced state of mind and heart—that’s the imperfection that makes us perfect.
Me: Not sure if I understand, but…
Erik: In so many people who want to take their life, it’s just about getting out of the body, not an act or a willingness to die. It might be nice, ya know? First hand, I kinda know that experience.
Me (solemnly): Yeah.
Erik: A lot of times those people might be worried that they couldn’t do everything they wanted or needed to do, desired to. But then right before, they get this peace and calm, knowing that everything is going to be all right. All of a sudden, they know it’s all going to be okay. Really at that moment, they already left the body.
Erik: A lot of people I see that are headed toward the answers, committing suicide, attempting suicide, ending their life, they just need out of their body just for a certain moment. A lot of times they do that before they get a chance to follow through, and then they back down.
Me: They just need a rest. A rest from being human.
Erik: Yeah. And when people struggle to that point, like I said, many times it’s about the perfection of imperfection.
Me: What do you mean by that? I just don’t understand.
Erik: Our perfectness is composed of a huge percentage of things that just aren’t’ right.
Jamie (giggling): He kind of puts that in air quotes.
Erik: I know there’s no right or wrong—there just “is”, but as humans, the brain has a hell of a hard time relaxing in that state of mind. It’s almost like we enjoy struggle more than we enjoy peace. And all of humanity has to learn this lesson for us to achieve it—to make it a natural state of being. Peace. That’s what our generations to come might experience, but for now, we’re still in a natural state of being in struggle. Our natural state of being as a human is based on being in a constant struggle. Even when you’re calm, you’re thinking, “How long is this going to last?” “When I get out of this, then I have to face that shit, and then I have to manage that crap over there.” You know, it’s still all fucked up, but you’re going to have these pockets of peace. We’re getting through all of this as humanity. Everyone has to learn to turn the dial on the emotional, mental, spiritual level from chaos and struggle to peace and calm. Until we do that, you know, we’re all attached to each other—we’re all antennas. And we can get those incredibly enlightened people, loving people, people who are aware, and their antenna inside their body just starts to pick up all the struggle and the chaos. And they don’t want it. Just like you, Mom. And some of those people just want a break from being human. But this whole media, vulnerability, kind of openness that you and I have gone through—it was done in a way to save other people but not you. And I know you’ll come soon enough and see how you can save yourself. And how you do that will not stop the openness, the storytelling, because we—
Jamie (to Erik): Who’s we? (To me) You and him.
Erik: We cannot even count how many people we’ve touched nor how many people that we have taught. So, now that they’re more knowledgeable and can heal through their grief and not leave this world as it’s changing—that absolutely is extremely valuable and extremely important, but never, ever more important than you. I hope knowing that helps.
There are no words to express my surprise (shock and awe was my first choice but that seemed a little too military for my taste) to find out about the Yahoo nomination for “Women Who Shine.” I’m sure there are thousands of women who are just as deserving out there, some of whom are reading this right now, so I feel so humbly blessed.
My hope is that we win so that we can:
1) Extend Channeling Erik’s reach to a broader audience
If you want to do even more, forward this to your own email contacts and share on your Facebook wall, via Twitter, or whatever avenues you can. We’re up against 105 other very deserving women, so vote, vote, vote. Make nice comments, too to offset the nasty ones. :(
Thanks so much for your time and a special thanks to M&M for making this all happen. I feel so honored.
On October 6, 2009, my 20-year-old son Erik, took his own life. Since that sad and tragic day, an overwhelming sense of grief and despair propelled me into a search for answers. Answers that would provide me and others with comfort and hope. Some of those answers came from the many books I bought, but many came from an unexpected source…Erik, himself. read the story »
Then, I suggest you start with the very first post. In doing so you can follow my journey just as I did, through the inexplicable, inconceivable, and yet utterly undeniable surprises that I have encountered since my son''s death.