Channeling Erik®
  • Grief
  • February9th


    I just got back from one of the most powerful Channeling Erik weekends ever. The night before I left for Atlanta, however, I had a terrible dream. I walked into a bar (I know. Sounds like the beginning of a joke, but it wasn’t an alcohol-type bar,) and there was Erik as a 6 year-old boy sitting on a barstool. His hair was very light (almost white) blond. I remember his little face with that typical mischievous grin so fondly. I ran to him and grabbed him up in my arms to lock him into a big warm hug him plastering little mommy kisses all over his sweet little face. I was so happy that he was alive. I missed him so, so much. I asked him where he had been all these years, and he told me that he was stuck. I asked him to explain, and he said that he was stuck in Nothingness where every day was the same as the next. He was so sad. I told him the only way he could pull away from the Nothingness was to go to Heaven, and asked him if that’s what he wanted. He nodded his head solemnly, so uncharacteristic of a small child who should be outside laughing and playing with his friends without a care in the world. I told him that I’d find a way to help him out of that dark Nothingness. I didn’t know how, but I promised him I would. I knew, deep inside, that would mean I’d lose him again. I was in tears when I woke up.



    Now about the weekend. It started out with Jamie trance channeling Erik. Erik ran to me and gave me a big hug. His hug was so strong, much stronger than any that Jamie could have given me. Of course I cried. I knew that this body was my son. It was firm and masculine, not mushy and feminine as Jamie’s body is. He asked me how my trip to Helen, GA was, and I told him Pappa and I enjoyed it very much. The thing is I didn’t tell anyone we had gone there, so I guess he came along for the ride. During the second hug, just before he left Jamie’s body, Erik licked my face. He licked Rune’s ear, too, which was kind of gross. I bet Jamie wondered why she woke up with a nasty taste in her mouth. The rest of the weekend was, well, I just can’t express its power. I can’t. We learned how to see, feel and hear spirits and many other things. One of the lessons was how to do automatic writing. I had tried this before with little if any success, but Erik taught us to listen to the spirit’s voice just behind the ear. When I started writing again, I tried this. I also tried to distinguish my own thoughts from his. Erik and Jamie taught us that when a thought or voice inside your head seems to come out of nowhere, it’s likely to be that of a spirit. Your own thoughts seem crafted. There’s an effort behind them that doesn’t exist with spirit voices. As I began, the handwriting was clearly mine, but soon, it changed to Erik’s hen scratching. Wow. I can’t share all of the powerful moments of that weekend, because there are just so many of them. I’m hoping some of those who attended will share their stories in the comments section. At the close of the weekend, Erik gave me one last hug, equally as powerful as the ones before. He seemed sad though and told me he missed me so much. Then, Rune grabbed him in hug and told him he loved him and missed him. Erik said the same, but he was sobbing. Tears were rolling down Jamie’s cheeks. That moment brought tears to many eyes including mine. So poignant.

    When we were about to leave for the airport, I couldn’t stop crying. Here I had been, standing in this amazing Erik energy and love since Friday evening only to be ripped away from it so brutally. I’m still so sad. It’s like coming off a sugar high and diving down into a coma of grief. I’ll keep practicing my writing as a form of communicating with him, but it’ll never be the same as holding him in my arms.

    On a lighter note, I got permission from the publisher to change all of the celebrity interview YouTubes to public again, but the comments will be disabled because I can’t take the harsh criticism and mocking. I’ll also eventually do the same to the celebrity interview posts on the blog, then from time to time I’ll post new ones. I have several that have been transcribed but never posted. There are about 400 people on the list, so, with all of the other types of posts, we’re in this for decades!

    I hope your weekend was as wonderful as mine.

  • February3rd


    Hello wonderful CE folks;

    Thank you to everyone who’s been sending thoughts and prayers to me and my family.  We’re hanging in there!  There are a couple of ways to look at this: to be angry / sad / upset / grieving all the time, or to be grateful for the time we have / have left.  Of course there’s a little from column A, a little from column B, but most of the time we try and focus on gratitude and the things we *can* do, rather than dwelling upon the things that are beyond our control.  So that’s the Kate’s Mom Update.

    So Erik, what are we talking about?

    Erik refers back to this blog post: posted seven months ago.  I take a few minutes to read it.

    Erik says,  I’m gonna tell you the secret of life.  Are you ready?  Here it is:  Good shit always  comes out of really bad shit.  That’s why bad shit happens. 

    That’s the whole secret of life on earth, babe.  Bad shit happens.  It’s the garden growing from the manure pile of bad shit.  Bad shit can really be good shit, because it *has to* be there for these amazing things to grow out of it.

    The thing about grief is really this separation from the outcome.  You know grief is only relevant in time?  (Shows me a line, representing existence within a time-continuum.)  That’s why dead people don’t do a lot of grieving… generally. 

    (Erik goes on a tangent…)

    People who are stuck or haunting, a lot of that is fear and grief – but that’s a lot rarer than the ghost hunting shows would have you think.  A lot of “hauntings” are just energetic imprints, like ungrounded energy flying around fucking shit up.  It’s actually pretty rare for an actual individual consciousness to refuse to acknowledge all the other higher-vibration beings and planes of existence and just tunnel-vision themselves into haunting a house for a hundred years.  Plus, those individuals all have relatives and angels of their own actively working on helping them move on. 

    Grief is this state of being that’s confined / restricted by your incarnated consciousness.  You grieve because of this very temporary (from a universal point of view) separation.  Ever look back and think, “wow, time flies?”  That’s one of the things most people do when they die.  Grief can make time seem to stretch out forever.  Death can compress your whole life into a flash. 

    (Erik clears his throat and assumes his “guidance counselor” persona with a tweed jacket, a beard and a balding head, round wire-framed glasses.)  Erik shakes his finger and says, Kids, don’t kill yourself.  I gotta say it, because do you know how much fucking trouble I’d be in if someone actually died because of something we said on here?  Do you know how terrible that would make me feel???  And Kate and Jamie and my Mom???    This shit that I’m saying about grief and emotional pain, how it’s temporary, and how that all goes away in death – this is a serious responsibility here, and this is a HUGE TRUST that I’m putting in YOU (readers!) that you’re not going to take this knowledge and turn around and cut your own life short.  I’m telling y’all this because I’m treating you like a grown-up.  I am not giving you any cheat codes to your life because THERE AREN’T ANY.

    Free will kids, that’s the wild card here.  It’s a wonder more angels don’t have mental breakdowns.  (Shows me a lioness who says, “I’m taking a break.”  Meaning this consciousness within this animal is hanging out as a lion for a few life cycles to re-ground and re-align her own energy fields before taking on more advancement work like being a guide/angel, incarnating etc.)

    Pain isn’t something you can go around, it’s something you go through.  There’s no such thing as escaping pain, because that state of being is there for a reason – and it’s because the good shit that happens after the bad shit can’t happen without processing the pain.

    You know that horribly sexist shit about Eve and how women experience pain in childbirth because of the sins committed in Eden?  Well if that hadn’t been channeled through a hundred sexist pen-holders (ha!  He gives me the image of masturbation with “pen-holders” because a lot of those guys are supposed to be celibate / above carnal desires, yet they weren’t.)  the message would be a lot closer to universal truth: that childbirth is a great example of our entire life cycle in a few hours.  You can look at birth as a way of experiencing your whole life: it can be painful, there are a lot of things you and others can do to make it worse, and a lot of things you and others can do to make it better.  There are even ways to have a really great time while giving birth.  You can’t really tell someone what to expect, you can’t give them the cheat codes to a birth, because it doesn’t work the same for any two people.  You hope for a miracle, and you worry about the worst. 

    The thing about these experiences is they HAVE TO change you.  You can’t avoid being affected.  That’s why they happen.  That’s why we all need lotsa love to get through it!

    (Erik gives me a shot of the above photo, but with his feet in stirrups.  You just can’t un-see that!)

    Thank you Erik.


    Kate Sitka is an animal communicator and psychic medium located in Tofino BC.  To learn more about her and her work, check out her website, her personal blog


  • January20th


    Since it’s a holiday, I wasn’t planning to post today, but I’d like your feedback on something. Over the last couple of years, I think that the blog has lost it’s way. At first, it was centered around loss, grief, death and the afterlife. Since then, we began to ask questions that covered “fringe” topics like the Illuminati, Bigfoot, aliens and more. Although these topics are fascinating, they really don’t honor the blog’s original plan. Plus, a think a lot of former blog members have broken ranks because of this. I’d like to return to the basics by answering questions about all sorts of loss: loss of faith, a child, confidence, health, a relationship, a career, direction, even libido. There are so many forms of loss, and part of the reason for our human experience is to learn to either embrace, resolve, accept them and more. To help us understand loss better, I’m also considering returning to the Ask Erik questions. Know that I won’t be able to answer everyone’s questions, but, if I do this, I’ll answer those that can teach us all about loss.

    I’m also making changes in the mediums I use. I plan to have sessions with Jamie every one to two months and began having sessions with Robert and perhaps one other medium. This will give us all a richer, broader perspective on Erik’s insight and different expressions of his personality since his relationship with each medium will be different.

    Be sure to spread the word of these changes to any blog members you know of that have left our group because the blog had lost its way.

    So, what do you think?

  • November14th


    I had the coolest experience last night. I was being interviewed by a wonderful radio show called “Let’s Talk” at around 7:00 PM. (I’ll post the link to the interview in a few days.) The interview was going very smoothly and was very animated. Out of the blue Bianca, one of the hosts, says, “Oh my god, I just got goosebumps!” There really wasn’t any reason for her to have goosebumps. Nothing was said that was should have elicited that kind of response. So, I told her that this was Erik’s signature form of saying, “Hello,” or “Yes, you have this right.” (Actually it’d probably be more like, “You got this shit down, dude!”) He seems to be doing this to folks all over the world. Kind of cool. So if you guys ever have these unexplained, out of the blue goosebumps, you can be pretty sure it’s him.

    I also wanted to let you know that I’ve found out more information about the Marfa Lights from Erik in our session today. Fascinating stuff. Oh, sorry. I meant “Fascinating shit.” I’ve got it in line to be transcribed and will post it as soon as I do! Most of us were let unrequited with what little information he gave us recently.

    I’ll be in San Francisco 11/24 doing a book signing at the very well known bookstore, Book Passages at 4:00 PM. I’m so, so excited about the prospects of meeting you face to face! Prepare yourself for a big fat hug!

    Also, I want to remind you that My Son and the Afterlife is available everywhere. Check out this Simon and Schuster LINK and you’ll find several avenues to buy a copy. Remember that all profits will go to a nonprofit organization that Jamie will create that will allow Erik and her to deliver spiritual services to those who grieve but can’t afford that kind of help: Sessions to channel their loved ones, lessons on how to communicate with them, lessons on how to handle grief, energy healing and much, much more. She hopes to provide this kind of help via the Internet as well as via regular city to city tours. Please help us by clicking HERE. These books/eBooks make great holiday presents, too, so if you want to make a difference in the lives of others, this is your opportunity!

    Be sure to share your own goosebumps experience with us, too!

    I’ll post something else later today.

  • October6th


    Today is a dreary  day here in Houston. The gray darkness matches my heart as I trudge through the 4 year anniversary of Erik’s death. Sometimes I wonder why it had to be my son. Sometimes I wish I could just stop all of this and find a little peace. I ask myself time and time again: Why couldn’t he have done all this when he was 80 or 90 years old. I just can’t wait until tomorrow.

    One more thing: Ever since I changed the website a bit, the Ask Erik submissions page have started working again. I have no idea why and I can’t find it anywhere. To those of you who have made submissions, I would like to apologize. I used to do these, but eventually I was swamped with requests. I pay for everything personally and refuse donations or any other outside income, so it eventually became financially impossible for me to continue. I’m so sorry. I’ll keep working on ways to disable to page.

    When you guys read my book, could you give it a review (and honest one, of course). You can copy and paste them into these:





  • September13th


    This one will ring true to all of you who have lost a love one. Erik’s pretty raw here, but he’s right. And there are ways to raise that dense energy of grief. Just think about the joyful memories with that loved one, for example. I find it very interesting how we say things like, “I’m depressed” or “I’m feeling low” or “I’m on cloud nine.” Statements like these match our vibrational frequency on that long electromagnetic spectrum where all energy vibrates at unique points: X-rays, UV rays, microwaves, radio waves, etc. We’re in the part called the “visible range.” That’s where we see things. Spirits are at a frequency above that range. That’s why we can’t see them. But when we’re sad or grief-stricken, our vibrational frequency plummets to the lower end of that range, making it so hard for our deceased loved ones to lower their energy to reach us. We need to meet them halfway. And some spirits have more trouble lowering their energy than others. Read on.

    Me: Some of the blog members have read that when people are grieving it creates a lot of negative energy for the departed and this low vibration holds the spirit close to the earthly plane, making it more difficult to enter into the higher plane—

    Jamie bursts out laughing!

    Jamie: Oh geez! I want to imitate him so bad! He’s moaning and groaning so loud and he said, “Jesus fucking Christ!” I don’t think you want to put that in there.

    Of course I will due to my no-edit policy. Sorry guys.

    Erik (chuckling): Seriously? You want to attach your grief process to the punishment of your loved one? Who the fuck are you? Get in line and let me whip your back. Does that make you feel better? Cuz please, let me know what it is. Let me beat the shit out of you so you feel better. That’s ridiculous!

    I can’t help but chuckle, too.

    Erik: The only truth to this is that when you’re thinking of us, no matter if it’s happiness or sadness—whatever fucking emotion—we’re picking up on it. We get it. We know exactly what you’re going through, because we are involved in it whether it’s a memory from a long, long time ago or it’s our immediate passing—you’re involving us, we’re there. We feel it. Nothing you do tethers our ass to the ground. I’m sorry, but it’s not about you! You can’t dance better to make us happier in Heaven. You can’t drink less to make us happier in Heaven. You can’t put flowers on our grave to make our crossing over quicker. What we want from you is a continued relationship. I’ll just be honest, you know, most of us, we’d love to still be a part of your life. But as soon as it’s crippling or handicapping your life because you’re trying to include us too much, we don’t fucking like that shit at all.

    Me: So, it’s not how it affects you; it’s about how you know it affects us?

    Erik: Right, and if you’re sad and crying and grieving, it creates, around you, a denser level of energy, and so it’s harder for us to get close to you and like talk to you and tell you if we’re happy or we’re sad or what’s going on with us. It’s because you’re too stuck in your own damn hole.

    Me: Mm hm.

    Erik: Right? And we find that you’ll get out of it when you want to. You dug it for a reason; so don’t beat your own ass up. When you’re done and you get out of the hole and you find joy and happiness, all of a sudden you sense and feel us around more, and don’t act surprised, because that’s how it works. When you’re happy, your vibration increases, becomes more fine-tuned. It’s easier for us to connect to—give you signs, talk to you, chill out with you. But, uh, man you are NOT responsible. Mom, I am totally sorry for cutting you off. I just couldn’t stand to listen to the rest of the question.

    Me: Oh, it’s okay. That totally makes sense.


    Dear Reader,

    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.

    Love and light,


  • June9th


    A huge part of my own enthusiasm with telepathic communication is teaching others how to do what I do.  Erik, would you like to help me with this?

    (I skimmed the last few CE entries and read this one: and he brings me to this paragraph:

    “I wanna remind people when you’re happy, when you’re in a good emotional place, it’s easier for the deceased to communicate with the living. When you’re under a wall of grief or under a wall of confusion, it’s very hard for us to communicate to you.”

    And links it back to this entry I posted June 3rd, just the day before

    It’s really cool how our blogs continue to synch up.

    Erik says:  The thing about grief is (shows me an energetic attachment, like a string, connecting a living person and their deceased loved one).  When that hotline is filled with grief and sadness and missing someone, (shows it travelling to the loved one too who shares in the misery.)

    It’s like you say for people who are missing their pets (dogs and cats) – the animal knows that their (person) is sad, but doesn’t really understand why, like a little kid, it’s just confusing. 

    And yeah, when you need to be sad, BE FUCKING SAD.  Cry your heart out because you’re meant to do that when you experience your grief. 

    Just remember that you gotta heal at some point, right?  Whether you heal in this life, or after you die, you gotta heal that eventually.  And being alive (incarnated) is so special, why wait until you’re dead, and you’ve missed all the cool shit you could’ve been doing all those years you were locked in your grief?

    Grief is MEANT to pass.  These emotions, (shows me a sin wave) are meant to pass, we go up and down, we get pissed off and horny and heartbroken and happy again – we’re SUPPOSED to experience all that shit, not always be in (shows me a Zen monk meditating) because he never goes outside his fucking temple!

    WHY BE ALIVE if you’re going to spend your life wishing or acting like you are dead???

    Don’t be a ghost!  Especially not while you’re still in a body. 

    See, cause your friends over here, your parents and kids and brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, grandparents and little babies that never got born – they’re all over here and they want you to heal.  YOU HAVE THEIR PERMISSION TO HEAL.  You just gotta give it to yourself.

    See, I’m dead and everybody loves me.  (handsome grin! – and he’s doing this glowy thing around his head like a halo, and his hair is a bit longer than usual, like floppy ringlet curls around his head – reminds me of a Greek statue, but a 17 year old, not a grown man)

    The resonance of my death (shows me ripples from a pond) is something that helps me to make sense of my life, and why I spent so many years (feeling locked up in his chest – restricted)  I had to heal from my own death, and I’m still working on it.  But I’m happy, and part of my happiness (shows me the glowy Erik again) is that I GET to talk through you and through others to everyone here (and shows me the book) (and shows me the ripples going outwards again.)

    That’s part of my thing, and it’s sort of fucked up that I’ve found so much happiness out of (the tragedy/pain/awful fucking horror of his death) but I have to say that I HAVE found this happiness, and how could I possibly deny it now?  After everything we’ve been through?  How could I sit here (in heaven) and (dwell upon) (stew over?) this thing that is already done, this thing that is in the past.  It’s part of (shows me the fractal flower of life) and I could just sit forever and stare at that one fucking part of it until I’m convinced that’s all in the universe that exists.

    I choose not to, though.  (zooms out, so far out that that spot on the flower where his death event exists is so small and obliterated by the beauty of the overall blooming pattern)

    Isn’t that better?  That’s where I want to be.  (holds out his hand, a gesture, like come with me.)

    Thank you Erik.  That was beautiful.

    Kate Sitka is an animal communicator and psychic medium located in Tofino BC.  To learn more about her and her work, check out her website, her personal blog and the joyful telepathy facebook group!


  • April6th


    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:

    The Path Beyond the Physical 

    The Path Austin

  • March23rd


    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.

    Part One:

    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.


    Part Two:

    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.


    Part Three:

    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.

    “Oh, sure.”

    ‘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.


  • March21st


    Me: Here’s one from a blog member. “I would like to ask Erik what we can do to help our loved ones come through to us. I’ve read that when we’re depressed, it blocks the connection, but it’s such a brick wall! How do you drop the grief to get the message? I know my loved ones are safe and in a wonderful place, but their physical absence hurts. I know we all here know this anyway, but how about a few 101 lessons on helping us dudes on this plane lift the veil to hear them.” You know, to get past that grief that makes it so difficult to, uh, our vibrations are so much lower, in other words, than y’all’s so it’s hard for y’all to meet us halfway.

    Erik: Yeah. First of all, I’d say stop judging yourself that the way that you’re grieving is wrong or that you need to be doing something better. If you take off that burden or that weight that maybe you’re not doing it right or you’re doing it too much or that your friends don’t want to hear you bitch and complain about the sadness of the loss again and again and again. You know, if you just stop doing that shit—that judging crap—than you’ll find out that when you go to grieve it feels really good to do it. And then pretty soon it’ll just kind of lighten and lighten and lighten up. But—

    Jamie: He puts his head in his hand. Like on his forehead. He throws his head down. Oh, I say, ‘Is your brain hurting because you’re thinking so much?’

    We both giggle.

    Jamie: And he says, “No, I was just trying to find that really clear definition of if you’re fully depressed, then you need chemical help or you need physician or therapy help. Like you can’t just grieve on like you are.

    Me: Yeah. Yeah.

    Erik: Like if you’re doing this shit for more than six months and you’re not getting enough relief, then you need to march your ass where you’re going to see a doctor or someone to help you set up a plan to feel better. But if you find out what you’re doing by the step of removing the judgment and how should I grieve—what’s right, what’s wrong, and you just start grieving the way you need to, just be honest with how you feel—

    Me: Mm hm.

    Erik: —and you find relief in that, and it gets better and better, and you find some smiles start sneaking in, then you’re on the right path. Keep doing it. Some people, man they make—

    Jamie (to Erik, laughing): Great visual.

    Jamie (to me): The visual is they put a garden in their front yard, and all of a sudden this person’s garden has flowers in six weeks. The whole thing. Where the other person’s doesn’t get flowers until a year later.

    Me (with solemn realization that that person is me): Yeah.

    Erik: Timing is unimportant. As long as you are seeing a success in having joy come into your life, that’s the goal. The more joy you get, the easier it is to become a reciprocal—

    Me: Recipient?

    Jamie (giggling): Recipient! I knew I had it wrong! Sound it out, Jamie! I think I took giggle pills today.

    Me: I think we all did!

    Jamie: Phew. Okay, going back. C’mon. You lost me, Erik. Go back.

    Erik: If more smiles are coming in, then it’s going to be easier for them to feel their loved one around in a positive way rather than it triggering, “Oh, I have that loss to deal with all over again.” It’s going to trigger, “Oh, look, now I have this way to figure out how this new relationship’s gonna work.”

    Me: So are you saying, uh, would just simply smiling when you feel grief be one of the simple things we can do to help raise our vibration for example?

    Erik: Yeah. Well, yeah, you can fake the smile.

    Me: Yeah. Fake it till you make it.

    Erik: Yeah. You could, uh, right then and there, be really honest with how you feel, even if it’s a bunch of horrible words. Embrace ‘em. Love ‘em. Tell yourself you’re doing the right thing for you.

    Me: Okay.

    Erik: And once you start doing that, you’ll actually start to feel better, because the body’s like, “Why am I crying? Nobody’s there holding my hand. Am I just crying to listen to myself? Then you’ll have this internal dialogue with your ego, and we all love doing that, right? So much fun!

    I can detect a tiny note of sarcasm here.

    Erik: That’s probably when you need to go get high.

    Jamie and I laugh.

    Me: Nice segue.

    Erik: You’re welcome. But then you recognize that often grief is there because your ego is hurting, and you’re actually really okay with the person’s death. It’s just that your ego is screaming so hard that you’ve been wronged or that you’re not being acknowledged as a victim or that you’re not getting the energy that you need. Then you need to ask why are you such a pussy that you can’t stand up and ask from your friends and family about the way you need to be treated.

    Me: Ah!

    Erik: You know?

    Me: Yeah.

    Erik: Cuz some people will just stay in that victim pattern, “Poor me; poor me. I lost my husband. I lost this, and now my whole life is changed.” Well that’s fine if you’re figuring it out and shit, but if you’re getting six months past, you know or a year into it or four or five or six years, why is it that that type of energy is working for you? You need to know why? You need to ask yourself, because that’s the only one who’s going to give you the answer.

    Me: Mm hm. That’s true.

    Erik: And then, I always say, if you don’t like something, change it. You know, change isn’t always that easy. Maybe you start crying again, and you realize you don’t like crying anymore.

    Me: Yeah.

    Erik: It’s not fitting you. It’s not suiting you. It’s not getting the release out, and so you tell yourself to stop crying, and you start coming out of it, but then later in the day you do it again or three days later it happens again. And that change just takes a little discipline. But you do it only when it stops giving you the relief you need. And you gotta find that supplement. Maybe you don’t like that crying anymore and maybe you found a lot more release and a lot more satisfaction in writing. So, when you start to cry, grab your pen and paper. What you’ll recognize is that the crying will go away and you’ll start journaling and getting that energy.

    Me: Okay.

    And that’s just what I did.


  • February26th


    Yesterday was an exciting day at the Medhus household. My sister, Laura, was all alone in my house watching television when she heard someone jiggling a key to open the front door. She figured it was just one of my kids coming in to do their wash. Then she heard footsteps, but not the usual, “Hello, Aunt Laura.” She peered around the stairway to see the door wide open, none of my kids in sight. Of course, she ran outside and called her husband. When I arrived moments later, I called the police. They said the neighborhood had been plagued with burglaries of this nature recently, especially when no cars are seen in the garage or driveway, true in our case. They searched every room and outside, then told us it appeared only one room upstairs had been burglarized. It looked like a girl’s room. I reassured them that the bedroom belonged to my teenaged daughter and that she usually had clothes strewn all over the floor, so yes, if a room that appeared to be carpet-bombed was the same as one that had been burglarized, I was not surprised by their conclusion. It usually looks like Victoria secret vomited all over her room.

    I spoke to Erik that day and he said that it was one man on foot. He fled because he wasn’t expecting a person to be inside the house and intended to go inside, take a few things, then leave. Apparently he used a $2.00 “bump key”. You can order these online, and it’ll get you into any house unless you have a high security lock. Needless to say, we changed our lock to one of those.

    Okay, enough of that. Let’s see what Erik has to say about palatal delights in the ethers.

    Me: Someone asks this question, “What is Erik saying about food in Heaven and food in the physical plane? Is food in Heaven bland? I thought if colors in Heaven are more vibrant there that the food would be tastier.”

    Erik: Now, c’mon. The taste is way more incredible in Heaven, but it’s not as if we’re fixing a plate of food, and we’re cutting it up, and we’re putting it in our mouths. It’s just not the way it goes. We don’t really need meals.

    Me: Okay.

    Erik: So, if you want a reminiscence—

    Jamie stumbles horribly over the word, so Erik teases her.

    Jamie (to Erik): Just shut up.

    Me: I don’t know how to say these things half the time either.

    Jamie (in a sulky tone): He’s teasing me!

    Erik: If you want a reminiscence of the food you had on Earth, you can create that if you’d like: macaroni and cheese, pizza, and it taste like you recall it, but we do have tastes here that are not associated with the tastes on Earth. There’s more of an electric taste.

    Me: Hm!

    Erik: Like, um, not really a metallic, but an electric taste, and—

    Me: What do you mean?


    Me (giggling): Like sticking your tongue in an electric socket or what? That doesn’t sound very tasty at all!

    Erik (laughing): Yeah, the human body won’t handle that very well. No, when the flavor comes into the body, because most of what spirits do is they digest the energy that’s around them. It’s not about sitting down and eating and nurturing the body, because we don’t have a physical body. We have a spiritual one—and energetic body. We use and consume energy, and it can be done in different ways. It can be emotional energy, environmental energy, or, you know, you can pretend you’re living on Earth again and pretend to eat food to have energy.

    Me: Okay. How interesting.

    Erik: But the way the energy moves through the body is much like how electricity does. It has a conduit. Let’s pretend like if it touches your tongue you can feel it in your toes. The energy moves through your body, and you can feel it almost like an electrical current. It has different sensation to it.

    Me: Okay. Now, this blog member goes on to ask another question. This may be early on when you didn’t know how to create tastes and sensations and textures in your mouth right after your transition, Erik. Are you saying you miss having a full gut or stomach, because the sensation of, well, almost pain from a full gut can’t be experienced there? He or she says, “I’m confused. I only ask, because I love food, especially a double-double animal style burger from In and Out!”

    Jamie belly laughs.

    Me: But Erik, you can create that sensation of a full stomach, right? You can create any sensation you want, even belly pain.

    Erik: Hell, yeah.  

    Me: So, there are tastes there in Heaven just like there’s colors in Heaven that do not exist here on Earth.

    Erik: Yes.

    Me: Okay. I’d hate to think that the food in Heaven is not as tasty as it is here! That’s what I told the blog member. I said you can create any taste you want. And with that you can add the texture, the smell, the visual, the associated emotions and memories, and you can feel it throughout your entire energetic body.

    Erik: Yay, Mom. You remember me telling you that before!

    Me: Oh, really? We’ve already talked about what I just said?

    Erik: That taste here has many layers. Yep. And the spirit in your energy field can experience it, too. Any spirit right next to you, I mean.

    Me: Without those pesky calories.



    I have a quick question: Do any of you know of a good past life regressionist somewhere in or near Houston? It can be anywhere in Texas if need be.


    Before we close, I’d like to share this Abraham/Hicks YouTube entitled “From Grief to Joy.” If you still mourn the loss of a loved one, it’s worth watching. I did and ordered the DVD on Amazon afterwards.This is just an excerpt.


    Thanks so much for all your support for the 2013 Bloggies, guys. It really means a lot. Muuaaaah!




  • February16th


    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?

    Erik: Absolutely. Yes. There’s always polarity: light/dark, happy/sad, good/evil.

    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.

    Me: Mmm.

    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.

    Veronica: Exactly.

    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?

    Erik: Yeah.

    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.

    Me: Yeah!

    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.

    Me: Okay.

    Erik: Then—

    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! 


    Just a reminder: This coming Thursday, Jamie and Erik are hosting the next channeling conference call for grieving parents. Jamie can only accommodate six, so sign up soon if you’d like to communicate with your beloved son or daughter. From my own personal experience, I can’t express enough how healing this can be. If you want to register for the call, click on the link below:



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