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  • November29th

    29 Comments

    How to See Spirits (and Make a Fool of Yourself)

    Posted in: After Death Communication, Auras, Channeling, Communication from the dead, Contact with the dead, Quantum Physics of the Soul, Spiritual presence

    Talk about synchronicity. Someone brought to my attention that today is George Harrison’s death anniversary. As I recall, I “coincidentally” posted John Lennon’s interview on his birthday. Ya just can’t make this stuff up.

    Now, Erik is going to play the teacher and show us how to see our deceased loved ones. May I suggest you do this in solitude rather than in public. As you will see, if you were to practice these techniques in a busy mall or grocery store, you’d be hauled off to the looney bin n shot order.

    Me: Can we learn to see things differently, like training our brains to slow down our perception of that high vibration so, for example, we can see the wings of a hummingbird in flight at a complete standstill? I mean, is there some way that we can do that so that we can see our deceased loved ones who are not visible to us because they’re vibrating at a frequency that’s just too far above our visual spectrum?

    Erik: Yes.

    Me: Oh, okay. So, we need to make software that will help us train our brains to do that. That’d be so cool.

    Erik: Well, there’s other tricks as well such as blinking your eyes very fast when you’re looking at an object that’s vibrating or moving really fast.

    Me: Oh, yeah!

    I grimace as my cat tilts her head with concern as she watches me flutter my eyelids.

    Erik: It takes snapshots, and because the eye is shutting off and turning on, it doesn’t allow the pupil to dilate the way it needs to and to let bursts of light in that’d be too much. The eye can’t quickly adjust to it when you’re blinking fast.

    Me: Hm!

    Erik: This allows too much light in. Blinking will help you see subtle energies, but it does depend on the quality of light as well.

    Me: So—

    Erik: Also, fluorescent lights tend to help—

    (Long pause)

    Me: Tend to help what?

    Jamie (giggling): Oh. Sorry! Did we just stop talking? Is that what happened?

    Jamie and I chuckle.

    Jamie: I was telling him, ‘Yeah I teach my classes, and I’m actually teaching a class today in seeing auras and energies and spirits.’

    Me: So cool!

    Jamie: And I tell the story about how I used to go to the meat department in the grocery stores, because the light was so bad in the meat department, it made it easier for me to see people’s auras.

    Me: Hm!

    Jamie: And so I would stand there and pretend to shop for meat even though I was a vegetarian and look at people’s energetic fields.

    Erik: It’s the quality of light.

    Jamie: I like the eye blinking thing. I don’t teach that.

    Me: Yeah. Wouldn’t want you going around the meat market fluttering your eyes.

    Jamie: I could just hear them. “Excuse me ma’am. Can I help you?”

    We both belly laugh.

    Jamie: ‘No, thank you.’

    Erik: And training to look at subtle color, subtle vibration is getting yourself to—

    Jamie (to Erik): I know, right?

    She continues to translate.

    Erik: Getting yourself calm.

    (Long pause)

    Jamie: He just said two things I said in my class and I said, ‘Erik, are you saying that because it’s what I teach? Like, are you in my head or is that your way of …’

    Erik: Well, you need to find some kind of technique where you can unfocus your eyes while still looking at something. You know, fuzz them out when you stare or like when you stare at a star in the sky and all the other stars disappear.

    Me: Oh yeah. Okay.

    Erik: That kind of staring technique—but you’re focused on one element and the rest just kind of fuzzes away. Do that on an inanimate object. Something that has color. You know, you can create a program that does this on the computer where it gives you a shape and you have to look at it, and while you’re staring at it, take your eyes kind of around the perimeter of the item or the shape a few times and then kind of come back to the center. Then you’ll start seeing a glow. Most people see a white glow, and some people will see color.

    Me: You mean notice the perimeter with your brain rather than moving your eyes around it?

    Erik: No, you can actually move your eyes around the perimeter but still keep them in that unfocused state. It’s exactly what you have to do with those Magic Eye pictures.

    Me: See, those Magic Eye pictures never work on me, because one of my eyes doesn’t converge properly since I had amblyopia as a kid.

    Erik: But it’s the same kind of technique, because once you get into the 3-D image you look around and you can see the 3-D image. You don’t have to stay focused right in the center. So if you just look—take your eyes and have them follow the whole perimeter of the item then come back to center, you’ll start seeing that glow. But then, here’s where you gotta teach yourself what the mirroring effect is.

    Jamie (to Erik): Begins with a G? What are you talking about? Ganzer? Ga-ga, not gator. Go Gators!

    She’s a Florida girl. Guess she felt compelled.

    Jamie: I have such a tickle in my throat for the last 40 minutes.

    (She clears her throat.)

    Jamie (irritated): Can’t get it to stop!

    (She clears her throat again.)

    Me: Drink some water.

    Jamie: I just tried that, and it just made it tickle more.

    Erik: So, once you figure out if you’re not seeing the complementary color of the object you’re looking at—

    Me: Okay.

    Erik: If you’re looking at a red pen and you see a green glow, then you can just scientifically tell yourself, “Well, that’s the mirroring effect. My eyes are just playing a trick on me.” But if you’re looking at a green pen and you see a blue glow, then that shit ain’t the mirroring effect.

    Me: Right.

    Erik: Whereas if you see a yellow glow, you have to say to yourself you’re picking up the subtle energy. And then try it on live creatures. Live creatures have a bigger energetic field, and you’ll see many layers of glow.

    Me: Okay,

    Erik: It just comes with practice. It’s teaching your eyes that they don’t have to look at the surface of something.

    Me: Yes, but the seeing the deceased who are vibrating at such a high rate that they’re well outside the visual range on the electromagnetic spectrum—

    (I also clear my throat.)

    Jamie: You too?

    Me: Yeah, you got me feeling your tickle. Thanks.

    Jamie giggles.

    Erik: You can use this same technique to see the spirits. You just tell us, ”Sit down in that chair over there,” you know. “Stand against that wall right here, and I’m going to sit down and I’m gonna look atcha.”

    (Pause)

    Erik: But nobody does that shit because everyone is gonna think you’re crazy for doing it: crazy for practicing and crazy for believing that the spirits are going to listen to them and obey them and sit in a chair or stand against a wall. That’s total bullshit. We would have done it while we were alive; we’d definitely do it when we’re dead. Then, once they start seeing the silhouette or the splotches of color, they think they’re fucked up because they’re seeing it! So, you can’t win for doing and you can’t win for succeeding here. It’s cuz of the stupid brain.

    Jamie giggles.

    Erik: Cuz of judgment.

    Me: Analytical crap. Okay, so is it better in fluorescent light then?

    Erik: Yeah, it’s easier because it helps the eye not be able to focus exactly clearly on the material item.

    Me: All right. Is it better if the light level is lower, higher or what?

    Erik: Nah, that’s going to be a personal preference.

    Me: Okay.

    Erik: For me, I like it when the lights are bright, like they’re really on.  That gives more reflection off my vibrational body.

    Me: Okay. Is it better to use a dark background, a light background?

    Erik: White. Yeah, go to a white background.

    Me: Okay.

    Jamie: That makes sense, because then you’d be able to identify exactly what color it is.

    Me: Yes exactly.

    Erik: If you’re doing a dark background, then you just need to go completely dark. No lights. Dark background. That puts you in the setting of like a psychomanteum.

    Me: Would it also help to flutter your eyelids fast during that exercise, too?

    Erik: Yeah, yeah, yeah!

    That would take a whole world of coordination and rhythmic skills I don’t and will never have. 

    Jamie: I’m going to try that in my class today. I’m going to have my students do that. See if it works.

    Me: While we’ve been talking, my eyes and eyelids have been doing all sorts of crazy things. I’m so glad nobody’s looking through the window. They’d never be the same. 

    We all chuckle at the thought. Well, there’s my poor cat, though.

    Me: God, we started with hummingbird wings.

    Jamie: We’ve been all over the place, haven’t we?

    Me: Yes, we have!

    Just a reminder: If you want to talk to a deceased love one or ask Erik about your spiritual mission, your past lives, health, career, relationship issues or more, there’s a small group channeling call coming up next week. Here’s the link:

    https://withloveandlight.com/shop/channeling-erik-conference-call-out-126/

    On a sad, personal note, my daughter’s beloved dog, Winnie, has gone missing since Thanksgiving Eve. We’ve combed the area for hours, put our a Pet Amber Alert, called the City of Houston Solid Waste Department to see if she was picked up dead in the road, went to all the animal control and animal shelters, the SPCA, CAPs, etc. We put over 75 posters at intersections. Eventually, we got in touch with Jamie and Erik says she was picked up by an effeminate man. He justified his actions as “saving her from irresponsible owners.” Sadly, Winnie had a tag with Kristina’s address and cell number so it would have been easy to do the right thing. Sigh. We’re just devastated.

    On that note, I’d like to share a song from blog members Kent and Cindy Lehman’s band, Eclectic Verve. Kent wrote song when his cat of 19 years died in his arms. Some people don’t understand how much our animal companions mean to us. They’re a part of the family–and often the ones that are the most unconditionally loving and bring the least drama.

    http://youtu.be/1XbcJ1PMJoo

    Here’s their YouTube Channel and website:

    http://www.youtube.com/eclecticverve

    http://www.eclecticverve.com

    Their songs are available on iTunes and you can subscribe to their newsletter through their website. An interesting note: Kent is a skilled medium and enjoys channeling Erik!

     

  • November19th

    41 Comments

    Jamie Trance Channeling Grace

    Posted in: Channeling, Channeling Erik Blog, Jamie Butler, Proof in the spirit world, Proof of the Afterlife, Psychic medium, Spirits visiting as insects

    Before we begin today’s exciting topic, I want to share a couple of stories. The other day I was sitting outside with my sister, Laura, reminiscing about our mother who died this past summer. A few months ago, blog member and medium, Robert, told us that she would come to visit us as a butterfly. Sure enough, along came one with rather tattered wings flying around my head. It settled on the chair next to me and sat there for a long, long time. Even when I touched it and cupped it in my hand, it didn’t fly away. Then after several minutes it circled around my head and came to rest on my shoulder. We told her we loved her, thanked her for her company, and she flew away. What a wonderful visit that was. Butterflies that appear after death do have symbolism: They are a message that indeed there is life after death. I find this very comforting, because this means that my mother, an former atheist, was trying to communicate to us that she was wrong (and probably very happily so.)

    Here’s another amazing story. My son-in-law has had persistent groin pain for the past 5 years. We thought it might be a hernia but of course, being the modest man that he is, he refused all offers to check from the plethora of doctors in our family. Months go by. Then Friday I ask Erik what the cause of his pain is and he told me it was a problem with the gracilis muscle where it inserts into the pelvis. Really? Really? How in the hell would Erik know about this thin little muscle? I venture to say most physicians don’t know about it. Erik also recommended he go to someone who does myofascial release work and he did just that the next day. The diagnosis was confirmed and the result of his initial treatment was amazing. Dr. Erik. Jack of all trades. No malpractice insurance required.

    I also would like to make a request. Those of you who attended the San Diego conference, if you haven’t already done so, please write a testimonial and email it to me (emedhus@gmail.com). Don’t worry. It doesn’t have to be a novel. I also would love those of you who have participated in the grieving parents call to share their feedback as well, because I truly think it’s healing to communicate with deceased sons and daughters. Perhaps your words would be just the encouragement they’d need to take that leap of faith.

    Today I have something very special for you. Cindy and Kent (www.eclecticverve.org), two special attendees from the San Diego event, recorded the entire weekend. This recording, as you will soon see, has forever changed my life and for that I am forever grateful to them. In the recording, Jamie trance channeling spirit, Grace, who died over 100 years ago. Her “job” is to guide other spirits in designing their life plan before reincarnating, and during the San Diego event, most of us asked her just what we are here to do. In order for you to see how clearly different Jamie’s voice is from Grace’s, I’d like you to listen to Jamie channeling Jack the Ripper for a few minutes. Even if you’ve already listened to this YouTube in the past, refreshing your memory is crucial here.

    http://youtu.be/e9SdiMjfJLs

    Now listen to Jamie’s voice as she trance channels Grace (who also likes to be called Gracie). Not only is her British accent impeccable, the voice is that of a more matronly woman rather than Jamie’s  high-pitched girlie voice. (Erik often complains about that.)

    Since this is not a video, I also need to point out that midway through the recording my sister, Laura, and I break down when Gracie describes us as survivors who have chosen a life full of hardship. At that point she and I fall into each other’s arms and begin to sob. We have had lives that have been full of more grief, more tragedy and more suffering than most people know. Especially Laura. I’ve never shared the particulars with any of you. Then, on Gracie’s cue, the entire room of my newfound friends came to give us hugs. A giant ball of hugs. Words cannot possibly express the feelings coursing through that room and through my heart. Please click on the link below so that the mp3 will download to your desktop. Listen and be forever changed.

    http://www.mediafire.com/?zq0871a7hmdznts

    This conversation with Gracie had another effect. It removed that 1% doubt that that my lifelong skepticism created. Gone forever. Even the seemly indisputable pranks and physical manifestations were not capable of erasing that tiny, nagging bit of uncertainty. Jamie is clearly trance channeling an entity from the spirit world. That means she’s really trance channeling Erik. Those hugs are real. Erik is alive. Alive. You’re deceased loved ones are alive also. They’re not gone forever. They’re not. I still cry with joy, and I want you to as well.

  • September11th

    33 Comments

    Heaven’s Dollar Menu

    Posted in: Afterlife, Channeling, Christianity, Christianity and sprituality, Grief, Heaven, Jamie Butler, Judaism, Psychic medium, Religion, Religion, Spiritual presence

    Paul was so very touched by all of your heartfelt comments from yesterday’s post. He did want to say that the link I provided for his artwork was not functioning, so I changed it in that entry. It’s http://growingintothemystery.net/2012/01/17/first-some-art-2/

    As for the San Diego event, I want to thank everyone for their patience! Jamie’s assistant, Weedie, should be giving me all the information any day now: the event agenda, the costs, the hotel information, etc.

    Also, I think it would be very healing to have a channeling conference call just for grieving parents. We can limit it to a handful of people so it can be a very intimate group. If you’re interested, please email at emedhus@gmail.com, and I’ll ask Jamie if she can do that for us.

    Last but not least, we’re going to be channeling Buddha Friday. I don’t know much about his life, so I’m wondering if any of you would like to submit interview questions. If so, could you email them to me to the email address listed above? Thanks!

    Okay, Erik’s chomping at the bit, as we say in Texas, so let’s unleash him.

    *****************************

    Me: Do our loved ones think about us, or have they moved on and we’re just a memory?

    (Pause)

    Jamie: Erik, don’t say that.

    Erik: Wouldn’t it be fucked up if we just said: Hell no. When you die, you totally move on, because that shit is old.

    Me: Erik! That’d be awful!

    Erik: No, we think about them all the time, because we still have the choice of seeing them, and for the first time—I hope every reader understands this—when you let go of life and you cross into a higher dimensional plane—Heaven—

    Jamie (chuckling): He pauses. He’s like, “Fuck Heaven.”

    Me: Yeah, because he likes to call it Home.

    Erik: It’s for the first time, you look back on the relations you had, and they’re healed on your part. They’re healed. There’s no pull; there’s no fight; there’s no ugliness. It turns out all good. It’s a great Christmas wish, really. Sorry to the other religions there. That was just a shout out to the Catholics.

    Jamie and I laugh.

    Erik: Okay, you can use birthday—a nice birthday gift. I’m really enjoying the variety of people that are on the blog, because it’s really not just one denomination.

    Me: Oh, no. Oh my god, we have all sorts.

    Jamie: He’s just so proud of that.

    Me: Probably not too many atheists, though.

    Erik: Not many, no.

    Me: When you guys watch us from Heaven, do you wish you were with us?

    Erik (laughing): Not all the time!

    Me (laughing): I guess not! But if you did wish, you would be with us. Well, do spirits feel sad? Is there ever sadness or loneliness in Heaven?

    Erik: Only if you want it. You can only special order it for yourself.

    Me: Why would anybody want that! Is it just to feel a sense of separation that they don’t usually feel there? 

    Erik: I don’t know. Some people are fucked in the head here, too. Seriously, it’s more of—they’ve been shown the lesson and every possibility to heal, but there might be that one thing that kind of slips back to them and they feel sad about it.

    Me: Oh!

    Erik: And normally that will heal when the person who’s still living passes over and they can have a clear communication together, and then often if that person finds a medium or a psychic or whatever they call themselves, they can go to them, and then the spirit can heal in that way and let go of it.

    Me: So, sometimes it’s the deceased loved one that needs to communicate through a medium to heal. 

    Erik: Yes. That’s often the way it goes.

    Me: I always thought it was the other way around.

    Erik: Well, yeah. That’s because you’re there. You don’t see our side of the fence. 

    Me: I guess not. Okay. here’s one. Are bad emotions like jealousy and bitterness gone in Heaven? I guess that’s pretty much along the same lines.

    Erik: Yeah, it’s along the same lines. If you want it, you can special order it for yourself, but it doesn’t trigger anybody else in spirit.

    Me: Probably on the dollar menu, huh?

    Erik: It’s totally on the dollar menu! You know what’s kind of fucked up though is —I don’t know if you wanna spill this, but I kind of like your “all honesty policy,” Mom. So, let’s say that I’m jealous or I’m angry. Then the person I’m hanging out with in spirit won’t feel it. They can see that I’m having those emotions, but they won’t feel it. It just doesn’t translate that way. Now, if I’m hanging with a live dude on Earth, they can feel it. I can totally fuck up the way that they’re feeling on Earth.

    Me: Oh, no!

    Erik: But that’s like what we were saying on several occasions when we do mini-readings or lessons that the son or the daughter who passed away or the family member trying to communicate; that human can feel that loved one there. If it’s a negative emotion, it sometimes just fucks them up even more instead of making them feel good.

    Me: Sometimes I feel grief when you’re around, Erik. I feel your presence and then the grief washes over me. But I try to mitigate that by thinking, ‘Oh hi. Erik; how are you doing? I know you’re around and I love you; I’m happy for you and I’m proud of you.’ It transmutes the grief into joy. Not complete joy, but a little bit.

    Erik: That sucks because normally we’re there to really help, but —

    Me: Yeah, but once you know that your loved one’s energy is causing the grief and then you feel the goosebumps on some part of your body, that helps. But for people who don’t realize that connection it must really suck. You’re right.

    Erik: Yeah, and they go through these fits of odd emotions, and they think they’re fucked in the head and they get medicine and…

    Me: Oh God.

    Erik: Spiritualists, scientists and physicians really should be all together in the same boat. They shouldn’t be divided anymore.

    Me: I know; I agree.

     

  • September10th

    16 Comments

    A Message from Paul Hampton Crockett

    Posted in: After Death Communication, Channeling, Communication from the dead, Contact with the dead, Death of a sibling, Dream visitation, Dreams, Jamie Butler, Lucid Dream, Messages from the dead, Pranks from spirits, Psychic medium, Spirit visitation

    Before we get on to the main topic, I’d like to share a lucid dream my daughter, Michelle, had a few nights ago. For some reason these dreams aways involve her going upstairs and this one was no different. She was headed up the first short flight of stairs and saw Erik standing next to the art niche on the small landing right where the next flight of stairs takes off to the left. He was wearing a white t-shirt and shorts. She couldn’t see his feet. His eyes were the brightest green she had ever seen and the entire scene looked like it was in high definition. He wore a wide grin on his face. Michelle called out his name and ran to him. They gave each other a long, warm embrace.  Apparently I was sitting on the sofa in the den downstairs, but before Michelle could call me to come up and see him, Erik dove over the banister and did a face plant on the floor below. Then he jumped to his feet, arms outstretched, and said, “Ta da! See, I can’t get hurt!” Michelle fussed at him for scaring her, but then let out a big laugh. Then Erik cradled his arm and feigned an injury, “Ow, my arm, my arm!” Michelle went to get me, but when we both returned and looked over the banister, all that remained was a pair of red sneakers. Later that day, a family friend hurt his arm in a motorcycle mishap. Hm.

    Michelle and Erik, Always the Crazy Duo

    And now here is a message from blog member Paul Hampton Crockett in response to the post, Borderline Personality Disorder, the Soapbox Version. He describes the effect that the Channeling Erik blog has had on his life. I also  LOVE LOVE LOVE what he said about our dear Jamie. His writing flows not from the pen but from the heart. His art, like him, is truly a gift to this world.

    Hey, Elisa: What a great post. A simple and miraculous observation took shape even as I read it that I wanted to share with you. First, I thought, “How I love that woman,” meaning you. (Yet the same would be true also for Jamie, who must be one of the most gifted “translators” ever. She not only has gifts, she is a gift. What she knows about the art of making all feel welcome and co-equals “at the table,” cannot be taught. I also adore that quality of honesty so much a part of her. When she is momentarily clueless and says so, and then proceeds to explore and discover, we are all then given an opportunity to learn, along with her. She is something else!)

    What I wanted to tell you, Elisa, is that scarcely a day of my life goes by that you are not a part of, because you are so in my heart. I think of you so often it surprises me, and with greatest warmth. I feel like you know that, as I am in your heart (and it feels so GOOD to me!), but I still wanted to just say it. Because it’s the most real thing I know. Just as you are. Here’s one of my favorite ee cummings quote-lettes, which might as well have been written for you, as consolation and encouragement, but mostly in a spirit of celebration:

    “To be nobody but yourself — in a world which is doing its best,
night and day, to make you like everybody else — means to fight 
hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting.”

    But I digress, I suppose, because I haven’t yet gotten to the observation mentioned in the first sentence above, that led me to sit down and write! And it really is quite simple. As I was reading, an awareness dawned on me about that son of yours. I thought, “He’s so real to me.” And in fact, he is part of my life in a most enriching and unusual way. He’s like a good friend (which is, to me, the most sacred thing): non-dramatic, fully present, and steadily nutritious. He is in my life. And yet he’s dead.

    And that is the heart of the miracle I wanted to stretch on out to Texas from Florida tonight, and just share with you. That truth resonated with me in a special way, because after Scott’s death, one of my most deeply sorrowful, personal, and heartfelt of lamentations was that “For the rest of my life, none of the people I will meet will ever have a chance to know him, or experience how very beautiful a soul he was.” The idea was just so sad. At the time, you see, I mistook that notion for knowledge. I know better now, but there has been something of an intense learning curve.

    Back then, the mournful thought, “self-evident,” just kept arising. Each time, it felt as sharply painful (or dully and deeply throbbing), as the first. It seemed the recurring chorus in the primal song of grief that had become my life, the crystallization of my pain. Diminishment and sorrow seemed the inescapable bookends of my destiny. Such was the cost of love, and surviving its loss.

    With the passage of time, I came to understand that Scott had by no means left anything but his body. In fact, many have come to know him quite well in the years since his death (notably including you, and Erik). Also, I have settled in to the comforting awareness that he abides in me, in much more than a merely poetic sense. And it’s probably also true, vice versa. That whole realm of experience remains hugely mysterious. The hour’s grown late, and I won’t even try to speak to that one, at the moment.

    Maybe what I am trying to say is beyond words; I’m not sure. But it has to do with the truest and most pure essence of miracle, and offers a promise of hope for those who feel broken wide open even as the winds blow, or who stagger through their endless days in a flame of sorrow that lacks the grace to consume, or who otherwise suffer unimaginable tortures with the loss of those they have so loved. What I finally learned was that death did not mean what I had thought it did, at all. If the love I held for him in my heart still overflowed in is fullness (for it is he that had taught me the lessons of Love greatest and most true); if my living Love for him had not died with him, then that was for a reason, and it was not cruel.

    So let me say, Elisa, Thank you for keeping Love alive. Thank you for being a light in the world. And may the Spirit settle gently upon us where it is most needed. May all of us find comfort according to our need, and find rest in the assurance that it is love that got us into this mess, it is love that has brought all of us together, to where we now stand, and it is somehow, some way, together that we will at last find our way Home. This damnably convincing illusion of separation shall pass away at last as a cloud, having served its purpose, and there will be celebration not even now given us to imagine, and we will feel in heart’s center, sure as we now breathe, a spirit of enduring joy. Not a single one of us shall be left “outside of the circle.” None shall be left behind.

    And, since in the realm of Spirit there is no time, perhaps it is now that we may feel the touch. Not in the poetry of some promise of future prophecy, but now. In this hour of our greatest need. Maybe we can all, each in our way yet joined in common purpose, just take a moment, be still, and breathe.

    So in that moment, right here and now, and exactly as we are, maybe beaten and bruised in our endless daily struggles, hope reduced only to a single tiny flickering flame, and far from certain, with dark despair as close upon us as our shadows, then, and even so, 
a Greater River continues to flow, of which we are all a part, and 
We are known, 
We are loved, far beyond reason or comprehension, 
and we are never, ever alone.

    Amen.

    Not only is Paul a talented writer and lawyer, he’s also an incredible artist who paints from the soul. Check out his masterpieces:

    http://growingintothemystery.net/2012/01/17/first-some-art-2/

    Here’s one example:

  • August3rd

    32 Comments

    A Breath of Fresh Air, Children, and Lemmings (WTF?)

    Posted in: Channeling, Communication from the dead, Contact with the dead, Spirit visitation, Spiritual presence, Suicide, The Shift

    The strangest thing has been happening to my sister and me since my mom died. Whenever I sit in the chair next to the one she used to sit in, I feel a distinctly cold spot, so cold that my calf on the right side is almost icy to the touch. Yesterday, Laura and I (don’t ask me why) Were sitting outside in 100 degree temperature (105 degree “real feel”) watching the birds frolicking around the bird feeders. (Do birds frolic?) Anyway, I felt a very cold blast of air sweep across me. I was stunned. After all, it was a hundred freaking degrees. Of course I wasn’t complaining, but really! I thought it was my imagination, but it kept happening over and over. I checked to see if any windows were open, but nope. Nada. Furthermore, Laura was sitting next to me and was experiencing the same dang thing. At my session with Jamie today, my mom said it was indeed her visiting. That’s good, because if they both had the same calling card, so to speak, I would have no idea how to identify which visitor was which.

    Now, here is a mix of topics Erik has for us today (yes, an eclectic mix, but don’t shoot the messenger.)

    Me: Let’s see if we have time for one more question. Infants and young children: how do they appear to us when they cross over?

    Erik: That depends on the spirit’s journey. If they died as an infant, they might choose to grow up with the family so as every year passes you’ll see them grow just like a human would. There are sometimes, though, like if they pass at age six, the next time you see them they look like a young adult. They’re coming across as who they naturally were. Others might pass when they’re 10 and want to reincarnate as a baby into the same family so they regress year by year for ten years. So, it’s different how you’ll be able to view them. What you really need to focus on is the connection of their name of how they were identified on Earth and their relation to you, and just accept that how they choose to present themselves is what they want and what they need to grow through.

    Me: Well, when I cross over, are you going to be the Erik I remember or what do you want to do?

    Erik: Oh yeah, yeah. I’m staying put like I am.

    Jamie giggles.

    Me: Oh good!

    Jamie: I’ll make you a young mom when you get here.

    Me: Get your industrial strength airbrush and Bondo ready.

    ***************************

    Me: Suicide numbers are really increasing at an alarming rate. I wonder if some are subconsciously choosing to leave because they can help with the Shift more from the next dimension. Greater leverage there maybe?

    Erik: They can. I bet it’s not related to the fact that they know they can help more once they die, but they know they just don’t want to go through it.

    Me: Oh, I bet.

    Erik: So, you know, they just get out a little early.

    Me: Yeah, and leave us all to be in the foxholes by ourselves. Like rats leaving a sinking ship. Oh well; it’s a dirty job, but somebody’s gotta do it.

    Erik: That somebody is us.

    Me (heaving a deep sigh): I know. 

  • July19th

    7 Comments

    Robert’s Poem and a Little Bird Joins the Band

    Posted in: Channeling, Spirit visitation, Spirits visiting as birds

    Blog member, Robert, has written this beautiful poem for us. Please enjoy:

    the giving observer

     there is a shine,

    a light within.

    it blinds

    and makes sighted

    all probabilities.

    this place

    is where all questions

    reside,

    all answers abide,

    as one.

    there is

    a finite space,

    entangled

    within the altar

    of infinity.

    it is separateness,

    oneness,

    enmeshed in comfort.

    within this shine,

    the creating light,

    is purpose.

    all will come.

    all will know

    the it,

    the light,

    the shine,

    the giving observer.

    robert f. burke

    july 13, 2012

     *******************

    Blog member, Luba, sent this amazing video of a little wild bird (obviously a visit from a deceased loved one) flying in the be a part of the band. He comes in toward the middle of the video. BE SURE TO WATCH IT ON FULL SCREEN!

    http://www.dogwork.com/blugrs9

  • July17th

    18 Comments

    Alzheimers, Comas and Mental Illness

    Posted in: Alzheimer's, Bipolar disease, Channeling, Coma, Dementia, Jamie Butler, Mental illness, Out of Body Experience, Spirit visitation, Spiritual Boarders

    As I sit here next to my mother who is hours away from her transition, I was overcome with the urge to reach out to you all with a post. When I saw what subject was next in queue, I realized that synchronicity was at work, as always. You see, my mother suffers from dementia and is now dying because of blood clots in her lung, arrhythmias, and from not eating and drinking for several days.

    Here, Erik discusses the soul’s fluid motion in and out of the body in various mental states and conditions. Proof of that came to my eldest sister, Teri, who was blessed with a visit from my mother. Here’s her email:

    I saw Mom is a dream last night. She was in black and white, and looked like she did in the 60s.  Her hair was short and light brown.  She was so beautiful and full of grace, it took my breath away.  She “said” (I use quotes because she didn’t actually open her mouth and talk.  I just knew what she meant), “ I love you.   You girls have done everything you could.  It’s time for me to go.  I’m ready to go.  I want to go.  Please let me go.”  

    With a mischievous look, she said,  ”Don’t worry, I’ll take care of your father.”

    Behind her, a yellow light–like a halo or aura–grew brighter and brighter until it overcame her image, and she was gone. I woke up in a sweat, my heart racing at around 5 am and wasn’t able to go back to sleep.
     
    What a beautiful gift.
    Now, let’s see what our boy has to share.
    Me: Let’s talk more about people in comas and those with Alzheimers. You said that their souls can already leave their bodies while they live on for a longer time, but how does that work for the mentally challenged? This is a question from a blog member. What lessons are we and they meant to learn. So, I guess what she’s asking is how does the connection and interplay work in the mentally challenged as compared to the non-mentally challenged? Is it the same?

    Erik laughs.

    Erik: It’s going to be different in every case, so this is going to be blanket statement. Alzheimers, dementia, mental illness—

    Jamie: Um, alright, but he’s separating the mental illness not as bipolar or schizophrenia. He’s talking about mentally challenged.

    Me: Okay. Like lower I.Q.s for example.

    Jamie: Yes, from the beginning on. What are they meant to teach us?

    Me: Well, first of all, I think she wonders whether their soul, their consciousness is totally in or in sync with their brains.

    Erik: Their consciousness is fully there. It’s fully trapped in the body. That’s part of the lesson—simplicity, humility, learning to accept help, gratitude, humility from others. But when we see them in old age or when they’re about to pass over, a lot of times the Alzheimers or dementia gets to a place where it’s really, really heavy so that it almost looks like they’re in a coma. They just kinda go blank And in those moments, we’re letting the soul leave the body, and they’re allowing the soul to leave the body. But we can talk to them and help them, and death doesn’t always have to be a difficult thing. We mend their energy, and once we start doing this, they find it harder to keep coming back into the body that’s so limiting. And this is what helps them pass over. In those moments when they’re outside of their body, being healed or taking a break from their dementia or mental challenges in their old age, they can be communicated to by psychics or mediums. They can come into dreams. They can say goodbye or make amends. It’s really a beautiful thing.

    Me: I’m sure it can be. Is it useful, when you work with the mentally challenged, to learn how to channel their guides or their own souls to learn better about their special needs and how to take care of them? That’s her last question.

    Erik (with a crunched up face): Hell, yeah!

    Me: I would think so!

    Erik: It’s good for everybody across the board! Even parents of those “normal” kids

    Me: Okay. I guess we’ll end off the session here. Wow, Erik. You were amazing today. You’ve grown so much. I love you infinity to the power of infinity.

    Erik: I love you too, Mom. I’ll be seeing you later for a visit.

    Me: I sure hope so, Baby. 

    I sure do miss you guys. I’ll be back to posting soon. Promise,

  • June30th

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    Erik and Rune

    Posted in: Channeling, Pranks from spirits, Spirit visitation, Spirits visiting as insects

    My husband, Rune, is motorcycle racing in New Orleans this weekend. Erik and He loved everything with wheels, particularly motorcycles, and they would go to the racetrack every chance they could. Of course to Erik’s dismay, Rune wouldn’t allow him to race for fear of his safety (which now seems so ironic) but he still enjoyed the sounds and sights and excitement around him. This particular track is especially nice. It’s brand new and has never been raced on. $200,000,000 with amazing facilities. Erik would have loved it!

    Usually when Rune races, he feels Erik with him, and today was no exception. This time, a beautiful green dragonfly hung around him for a long, long time and eventually sat atop him hand as if to say, “I’m not missing this one, either!”

    Erik'sDragonfly2

  • May14th

    20 Comments

    Demons

    Posted in: Channeling, Evil Spirits, Pranks from spirits, Spirits and electrical appliances, Spiritual presence

    Kristina and Houston’s wedding was a lovely and forever memorable event. I hope to have the professional photographs soon but until then, here are a few we took ourselves.

    Many of you expected Erik to pull one of his usual pranks during the grand event and you won’t be disappointed to hear what happened. While the bridesmaids and I were getting ready in a special room in the church, the maid of honor, Tracy, who Kristina’s known since third grade, left her iPhone on a table in the middle of the room. I was standing right next to that table when sometime during the zipper closing, pantyhose pulling, demi-bra adjusting, it started to play one of her home videos. Now, I’m no technical genius, but I can’t imagine how a lonely iPhone could start playing on its own far from the hands of human intervention.

    The wedding was a bittersweet moment, because we all so wished Erik had been there to wish his big sister well. But Robert saw Erik all spiffed up in a tuxedo standing by his brother, Lukas, among the other groomsmen. He was beaming with pride.

    Before Erik shares what he knows about (gulp) demons, I’d like to give a shout out of gratitude for our one and only, blog member and guest blogger. He did an amazing job holding down the fort!

    Now let’s see if we can swish from angelic weddings to nasty demons.

    Me: Is it possible for someone to be born as demon? One of the blog members wants to know.

    Erik: You mean born on the Earth as a demon?

    Me: I’m not sure. I think so.

    Erik: No. The only reason I say that so factually is that demons don’t really take an earthly form.

    Me: Okay.

    Erik: They have more power by staying in an entity form so why would they come as a human where they could do less damage. I pretty much think they’re goal is to wreak havoc on everyone.

    Me: Oh boy.

    Erik: But there can be some extreme mean-ass people, but that doesn’t define them as a demon.

    Me: Well, why are demons demons? Why would they wan to do that?

    Erik: What, to fuck things up?

    Me: Yeah!

    Erik: Well, because it plays a role for some people on Earth that they want to experience it; they want to believe in them. You know, people have a belief in demons! So, they exist, they’re real in their inner environment.

    Me: Okay. Why can’t people who see ghosts see their spirit guides sometimes?

    Erik: That’s because ghosts have a lower vibration. It’s easier to spot them.

    Me: Oh, so it’s closer to our frequency. I see!

     


  • April28th

    23 Comments

    Erik’s Visit to Mike

    Posted in: Channeling, Pranks from spirits, Spiritual presence

    Patience paid off for blog member, Mike M, when last week, Erik made himself quite clear. According to Robert, Mike’s nephew was also part of the prank.
    Elisa,
    I just have to tell you about Erik’s visit.  I’ve been working on my heavy, dense, slow self.  Maybe I should get serious about this meditating thing, I’m thinking.  So, last night, after my 20 minute meditation stint, I just went to my bed, closed my eyes and relaxed, sort of floating, dreamy.  After some time this extremely loud sound, like a fire cracker or a cherry bomb, maybe, just this loud bang right in front of my face went off.  I let out this sort of yelp.  Even my 12-year-old deaf Springer Spaniel, Emily, heard it.  I opened my eyes the second I heard it and a little, round puff of smoke of some kind-not exactly smoke but a zillion tiny, little dots all in a circle, was there and it slowly retreated across the room.  I asked Robert for a favor – if he would ask Erik if it was his handiwork.  Yep, it was, along with my nephew who passed not too long ago. It  so syncs that those two boys are messing around.  Mark (the nephew) is a high-energy guy who loves life and lots of stimulation.  They had to rent the Humble Convention Center for his funeral – there were over 5,000 people present.   So, here I sit, trying to process this incredible thing and this amazing knowledge that this is real, not wishful thinking.  You’re responsible for all of this and you ask nothing in return.  At some other time, I’m going to talk to you about what all of us can do to contribute to this effort, financially and otherwise.  Right now, I’m just going to try to wrap my head around it.  To say I love you is really lame.  but I do.  mike m
    I think I know why Erik created the cherry bomb sound. He used to love to come up to us, asleep or awake, and loudly clap his hands together inches from our face. So, for those of you who haven’t received an Erik visit, sometimes it takes patience, awareness and a quieter mind (which, in Mike’s case, was not quiet for long!)

    Typical Goofball

    One more thing: Robert and our family were enjoying the nice weather during our usually Friday night cook out when Robert saw Erik standing around a small tree in our backyard with three other spirits. One of them was Landon, Lisa’s son. (Apparently they’ve become tight buds.) I asked Robert what they were doing, and Robert said he didn’t know. Erik was just explaining something to the. Funny thing is I had just replaced the orange tree that we planted in honor of Erik after his death with a new, hardier and more vibrant species. He was probably telling them all of this plus how silly I looked planting it: squealing in horror at the touch of grub worms, carefully skirting around dog poop, pounding the new soil in to make sure there were no air pockets around the root ball, dirt covering all extremities, wiping my face or itching my nose from time to time for that extra special Al Jolson look. Nothing provides better fodder for jokes that a mom!

    Erik’s Orange Tree

    Last but not least: Be sure you don’t miss out on the May and June small group channeling conference calls with Erik and Jamie. Just go to Jamie’s site (which is on my list links as “Jamie Butler”) click on “Classes and Products” at the top of her page. There you’ll see “Personal Growth” in the blue drop down window, and there you have it: the calendar with all the conference calls.



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