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Channeling Transcript

Me: One blog member wants to know where you live, Erik. Do you live on some other planet? How far away are you?

Erik: Well, the spiritual realm is right on top of yours, so if I had to pick a planet, I’d say Earth.

Me: Okay, I know space works differently there, so I guess it’s hard to answer that question. He also wants to know if you’ve learned another language while on the other side, and do you have classes and if so who teaches them?

Jamie (to Erik): Why is that funny?

Erik (laughing hard): Like have I learned Navi?

Me: Huh?

Jamie: Navi?

(Jamie listens to Erik a bit more, then starts laughing.)

Jamie (to Erik): It is not! (pause) It is? I’m looking that up, Erik!

(She says this with a great deal of determination and, well, a little bit of sass, like, “You tease us, then I’m proving you wrong!” )

(Pause)

Jamie (to me): Navi. Is that from Avatar?

Me: Gosh, I don’t know. But don’t worry about it. I can look that up later.

Jamie: So he’s making fun of us.

(Jamie insists on looking it up on her computer in hopes of catching Erik in his own joke.)

Jamie (giggling): It is. It’s the language on the movie, Avatar.

Me: Oh, Erik!

Jamie: He’s poking fun.

Erik: Mom, there’s not a need to speak other languages—

Me: I would think not.

Erik: —because when you focus in on pure energy—you do the same thing there on earth, but you call it the language of Love—it crosses all cultures and all borders. So, just imagine, when you die, you get the gift of the language of Love, and you can communicate with anybody, no matter where they live and what they do.

Me: Ah, yeah! Nice. So, do you have classes, Erik?

Erik: Yeah, sure.

Me: And who teaches these classes? Like are there angels called Cherubim that teach some of these classes? He specifically asks that.

(Pause)

Jamie: He’s—

(She clears her throat, chuckles and heaves that big “Oh, Erik, what am I going to do with you” sigh.)

Jamie: I’m going to take deep breaths here.

Me: Oh, poor you, Jamie! Is he wearing you out?

Jamie (laughing hard): He’s making fun of it, because he thinks the way the question is stated is like there’s one high school and everyone there knows all of the teachers.

Erik: Think about how massive the world is—

Me: Um hmm.

Erik: —even though we’re learning now that it’s very small.

Me: Yeah.

Erik: The spiritual realm is even more massive, and it has more layers.

Me: Yeah, I bet it’s infinite!

Erik: Yes, yes. So we have more teachers, and there are many names and groupings and specialties, and yes, there are teachers of that nature—the Cherubim—and they lecture, but it’s not, uh, it goes back to the better or worse thing.

Me: Yeah, there’s not that hierarchy.

Erik: Yep.

Me: So what class are you taking now? Obviously you’re at the top of your class in Pranking and Pestering 101!

Erik: I’m taking a hula dance class.

Jamie (giggling): He’s doing a little hula dance; he’s moving his hips.

Me: Are you for real, Erik?

Erik: I’m trying to get a bunch of my friends—

(Pause)

Jamie: He’s saying that’s what he calls the followers.

Me: Okay. (Although I’m not at all sure what he means.)

Jamie: Is that what you call them, the blog followers?

Me: Oh, that! Okay, the blog members? I thought you were talking about followers over there where you are! I used to say “the blog people,” but every once in a while I’d mess up and say “the bog people” so I just call them my family now, my Channeling Erik Family.

Erik: That’s funny. Anyway, I’m trying to learn how to get them to dance, and hula dancing is cool because it helps you connect with everything: every one, every image, every object. It’s like that illusion of separation goes Poof!.

I never, ever would have pegged his as a hula dancer. Watching? Maybe. Dancing? Hell, no.

Me: Okay, I’ll leave that up to each individual blog member, but count me out. No one wants to see me in a bikini top and grass skirt, including me! So, let’s go on to the most important question from this blog member, “Is there chocolate up yonder? Please tell me there’s chocolate!” (I giggle.) He’s a fellow Texan.

Erik: There’s chocolate, there’s pizza, there’s ANY—THING—YOU—WANT!

Me: Look, as long as there’s you and there’s chocolate, I’m good.

Erik's Ideal Hula Dancer

Me Hula Dancing in a Few Years (Sigh)

One of the Bog People