One of the blog members posed a fascinating question for Erik, and his answer is equally fascinating. Don’t you just love our boy?? Hope you enjoy, but first complete this profound and compelling survey.
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Me: Tell me about the umbilical cord to the Earth, Erik. They say that some people have umbilical cords to the Earth and some people don’t. Can you tell me a little more about that guys?
Jamie: Erik looks around the room and goes, “Guy?”
Me: Oh, sorry, sorry. Guy?
Erik: I’m the only guy here, Mom!
Mom, Well, ain’t you a stickler for details!
Erik: Yeah, I remember I showed up for one of the blog member’s reading—
Jamie: You did, didn’t you?
Erik: She, um, the umbilical—
Jamie (fussing a bit at Erik): No, just tell me.
Jamie: Yeah, just describe it.
Erik: Imagine everybody that walks the Earth or every tree, every plant, every life force, you know, not the manmade inanimate objects. Animate objects. They’re energy core—we are NOW awakening.
Jamie: And he’s saying it like, “You dumbass,” but in an endearing way.
Erik: We are now awakening to the fact that there is an energetic system: chakras, shit like that. Now, we’ve always believed that people have auras. (in a ghostly tone) Woooooooo. Now, what they don’t recognize is what is the purpose of it? It’s not just self-contained to the physical body—to one little life force. It actually, if you can imagine, has a tiny tornado peak off the topside of the auric field and then a tiny tornado peak at the bottom of the auric field. The bottom actually goes to the Source in the Earth. Think of it as a gravitational pull. A visual of a gravitational pull. Then think about the topside being a visual of being connected to Prime Source.
Erik: Now, a lot of fallen angels—the angels who decide to actually reincarnate—and think of—
Me: Wait, what do you mean, “fallen angels?”
Erik: Oh, cuz, Mom—
Jamie laughs at whatever she hears Erik saying.
Me: Are you talking about Lucifer or something?
Jamie keeps laughing.
Erik: No, not really. Mom, didn’t you watch City of Angels?
Me (meekly): No.
Erik: This would be an angel, not a guardian angel, not an archangel, but an angel that wants to experience human life and incarnates into a body to have that experience.
Me: Oh, okay.
Erik: Well, once you do that, you can’t go back to being an angel, because then you’ve separated yourself enough from Prime Source that you don’t really kind of get back to that level. So, we call it fallen because they choose to step away from—free will, right? Free will.
Erik: They choose to step away from the role they set themselves up to do.
Erik: Okay, so that or an alien, which is another life force that isn’t an earthly one—
Me: Mm hm.
Erik: For example, these two have a hard time creating that tiny little tornado to connect to the Earth Source, the gravitational pull, the core of being on this planet. So, when you’re looking at their aura, you see the one that connects them to Prime Source, All That Is, blah, blah, blah, but the one at their feet looks like a little nub. It looks like a chopped off finger.
Jamie and I snicker.
Erik: You’re like wondering, “Where’d the tip go?”
Jamie (laughing): He gave me such a bad visual that I had to laugh about it. Can you imagine like one fat finger just chopped off at the base, just dangling?
Erik: Ahem. As I was saying. And these people often feel like they can’t get grounded to Earth so they never really have a sense of home. They feel abandoned, but there’s nothing in their lives that shows abandonment. They’ve been loved by family, friends, and other relationships and so forth, and they never quite feel like they’re accepted or that they’re in the right place.
Erik: Because, they don’t have that grounding source, and it’s an experience in life. It’s neither right nor wrong, but it does create a lot of conflict and confusion in the human’s life.
Me: That sounds a lot like you, Erik, because you were surrounded by so much love, but never felt accepted. You always felt lonely.
Erik: Come on. Haven’t we already agreed that I’m an alien?
Me: So, you’re not a fallen angel?
Erik: Wouldn’t it be such a good story to tell? That really would be nice, but no.
Me: So, you’re not Lucifer, then.