Lot’s of things to discuss before we delve into the next channeling transcript. First, I’d like to say just how proud I am of all of you. Your outpouring of love and offers to help may well be lifesaving for this wonderful, giving, and gentle soul. Sure, Stanley engages in a practice known as infantilism, but that does not surprise me given what Erik said in a post over a year ago: Ask Erik: Stanley’s Questions. In that session, Erik said Stanley is a walk-in, courageously taking over for a young soul in a grade school boy’s body just as he was about to plunge a pencil into his heart in a classroom. Because he skipped the first several years of life, including babyhood and toddlerhood, he has no memories of such things as maternal attachment and nurturing, all important to our psychological, emotional and spiritual development.
This is our chance to show that we unconditionally embrace and love and accept all souls regardless of our differences. This is our chance to walk the walk instead of talk to talk like so many others do in regards to being nonjudgmental. You’ve all done this freely and with grace. I couldn’t be more proud and honored to call you my friends and family.
One more announcement, this time about Robert. Yesterday afternoon, his hemoglobin dropped precipitously from 13 to 8, and then to 6. A CT Scan showed a hematoma, a collection of clotted blood, in the abdomen. He has been transferred to the intensive care unit and needs our prayers. I’m about to go there now.
All I can say is, what next? Locusts? The Plague? Sigh.
Me: Oh, and guess what! Kristina met Joan Rivers in New York! You know, Joan’s husband, Edgar Rosenberg, committed suicide in 1987, and so Kristina talked about the blog with her. Apparently she’s a big advocate for suicide survivors. What about Edgar? Any channeled messages from him?
Me: Is he there, uh, or not?
Erik: You want me to go get him?
Me: Well, would it be of help to anyone, including Edgar? If not, it’s okay. I hate to disturb him.
Jamie (to Erik): Okay. (pause) Okay.
Jamie (to me): He says he’s going to try to get him. Until then, he wants to move on to other topics.
Me: Okay. Then here’s one from my husband, Rune. “Where in the body does the soul reside, and what shape is it? Is it in the head, the heart or where?” I’m thinking it’s probably much bigger than the physical body.
Erik: You’re right. It pretty much is bigger, because the energy extends beyond the body.
Me: Um hm.
Erik: You can kind of think about it like an ice cube in water. Same content, right? But the ice is solidified, and then it goes to water, and then, um, it goes to vapor. So the ice would be the body, so the bulk of the soul is in there and it creeps into every vein, every cell, every fingertip. It’s not all bundled up in a head; it’s not tucked away behind the heart. It encompasses the whole thing, because then it bleeds out of the skin, changes its share just a little bit and creates that energetic field, and then it bleeds out again to, like, vapor and has a different energetic field there.
Me: Very cool. Rune also wanted me to ask this one, and I think it’s just so cute “When you chop off a hand without warning, what happens to that part of the soul that occupied the hand?”
Erik (chuckling): It still exists in the shape of the hand. It still moves like the hand would, and it’s still wired to the brain and will receive those signals and behave in that manner.
Me: Oh, that’s why you can have phantom limb pain, I guess!
Erik: Absolutely! You got it!
Me: Yay! Wonders never cease! So is the “consciousness” the same thing as the “soul”?
(Long pause as Jamie listens to Erik)
Jamie (giggling): Erik’s kind of mumbling. He’s like, “That’s a good one.” He’s got his elbows on his knees; he’s sitting on the back of my couch.
Me: Uh huh.
Jamie: Um, when he thinks, he messes up his hair.
Me (giggling): Oh yeah, as if it’s not messy enough! He used to do that all the time. I think I even have a picture of him doing it.
Jamie: It never really lies down flat!
Me: I know! He’s got a couple of cowlicks!
Jamie: Is that why?
Me: Yeah, that and he wasn’t big on running a comb through it!
Jamie: I thought it was just wavy!
Me: Oh, well, it’s wavy too; it’s wavy too.
Jamie laughs hard.
Me: He’s got the best of both worlds. Cowlicks and curls.
Jamie (still laughing): So funny!
Erik: Ahem. (pause) The consciousness is sorta like a branch of the soul, but in itself, defined by itself.
Erik: Let’s say if you have a store, and the store is the soul.
Erik: And the front doors are consciousness. They open and close. Now, the doors are PART of the store, but they have their own specific function. That’s kinda the idea I wanna convey.
Me (sounding more than a little confused): Oh! You’re not talking about, uh—
Erik: Consciousness can open (poof!) or close, and when it’s closed off, then you have the subconscious lying behind it inside the store.
(Pause as I wait for more, thinking about how many cobwebs and dust bunnies I probably have in my own store.)
Me: Okay. What about general anesthesia? Why don’t we get out of our body and have an awareness on a soul level of our whereabouts?
Erik: Well, some people do!
Me: Oh, okay!
Erik: Some people do, but not everybody, and that’s gonna be based on beliefs. People have structures. Beliefs exist—
I cough hard.
Erik: You alright, Mom?
Me: Oh, yeah. Just a little bug. It’s cool.
Erik: You poor thing!
Me: Oh no, it’s okay. No big deal. Believe me, I’ve been through worse.
Erik (Probably guessing correctly what that “worse” is): Awwww.
Me: Okay, so you’re saying it’s basically about belief. Some people don’t believe they can maintain an awareness during general anesthesia, because they don’t think of their soul as a separate aware entity—
Me: Okay, so they just hang onto their body wired to their shut down brain?