Channeling Elvis, Part Four

Enjoy the final part in the Channeling Elvis series! He starts out sharing one of his past lives.

Elvis: There was one where I was living in the south of France.

Jamie: He’s showing me the water, and there are some rocks that lead up to it. No ships, no boats out in the ocean. It’s really just an image of him. He’s a woman.

Elvis: I was of Greek descend, and I married a French man. I’m a younger woman, and I lost all of my culture in the transition from Greece. I didn’t have any contact with my own family. It was like I was that one grape singled out from the bunch.

Me: Oh, yeah.

Elvis: Just plucked and left. So, I chose love over culture and family. And not having that duality of culture AND love—

Jamie (a bit exasperated): Sometimes it’s hard to follow him. He’s trying to explain the story really well, but I think he’s better at just giving me the visuals. The woman seems extremely sad, almost like she’s dried up with nothing.

Me: Aw.

Jamie: Though she loves the husband, she has none of the culture she grew up with.

Elvis: I tried to bring my homeland culture in and cook the foods, but my husband said, “No. No, you must do as we do here so that you can be accepted.” He was so worried that I wouldn’t be accepted.

Me: Well, how does that relate to the last life you had? Did you feel similarly?

Elvis: Yes! It’s why I didn’t want to separate who I was with what I was going in to. I relate it to the marriage of my music—that I had to give up who I was and accept this identity that was being given to me.

Me: Ah, I see.

Elvis: But no matter—

Jamie (tearing up): Aw, Elvis.

Elvis: —how far into fame I got, I was always connected to my mama. She was my grounder. She embodied my culture and where I came from. And that’s why I was often nicknamed, “Mama’s Boy.”

Me: Aw.

Elvis: Because I was just not going to let that go!

Me (with affection): Just like you, Erik!

Erik (embarrassed): Thanks, Mom!

Me: Oh well. Embarrassing you in front of Elvis. That’s a first even for me. I just raised the embarrassment bar for mothers the world over! Not good!

Jamie giggles.

Me: Okay, just a couple more questions. What was your proudest accomplishment while you were here in the physical, Elvis? And has that changed since you’ve been in the spiritual realm?

Elvis: One of my proudest moments was when I got married. It took me a long time to fight for her! I knew it the moment I saw her that that’s who I wanted to be my wife. That was a momentous moment, but I feel that years into it I lost sight of what the fight was for.

Me: Yeah. Mm. And now, looking back, what’s your proudest accomplishment?

Elvis: I’d like to stick with that one.

Me: Okay. So, Elvis, do you have any messages for humanity? Anything else you’d like to share with the world?

Elvis: That’s a tall order!

Me: I know!

Jamie and I chuckle.

Elvis: But if I had to give a message to everyone, it’d be that being in silence is just as important as being in music. Silence allows you to connect to your heart, while the music allows you to set yourself free.

Jamie: It’s almost as if he’s saying that as much as you listen to the noise, the music and the chaos of the world is as much as you should listen to silence.

Me: Okay. I see. Now, do you still eat those yummy fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches?

Elvis: Yes ma’am, and I no longer have to fly to go get ‘em.

Me: Plus they’re the lo-cal ones!

Elvis laughs.

Me: Erik, do you have anything you want to ask Elvis?

Erik: No, we’re good.

Me: Okay. Well, thank you so much, Elvis.

Elvis: Thank you for your time. Have a beautiful day. God bless.

Me: You too.

Jamie: I guess I didn’t realize how religious he was!

Me: Me neither.

Jamie (giggling): Bye, Elvis.

Elvis walks away and disappears.

Jamie (laughing): He was still standing there and I thought, ‘Oh my gosh, I forgot to say goodbye!’

Me: He was still standing there?

Jamie: Yeah. Oh my god, Elvis.

Me: That was pretty fun for you, huh?

Jamie: God, yes. 

And now, from our listeners’ request line, here is what I believe is one of Elvis’s most poignant songs, My Boy.

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