Erik’s Past Lives

We had such a great time with Kristina the last couple of days, but sadly, she left the house at 3:15 AM to go back home. She moves back here permanently during the first week in August. I hope time flies. It’s so nice to have all my babies with me. 

We looked at a house that she really likes. It’s perfect, only priced too high for the market. The seller needs to get a reality check. Keep your fingers crossed that they do. 

Here’s an interesting post about Erik’s other lives:

Robert: Howdy, howdy, howdy!

Me: Howdy!

God, Texans can be annoying.

Robert: That’s what Erik said.

Me: This is Part Three of our session, and I want to talk about—and, Erik, we can talk about something else if you want to, but people are interested in your various past lives. Maybe you can share three of the most interesting ones. I shouldn’t say past lives because they’re all happening concurrently, past, present and future, but tell us about some that you think we can learn from or at least help us understand you better.

Robert: As you were asking the question, he was like, “No, Mom, I’m good with that.”

Me: You just like to talk about yourself!

Erik: Not really, Mom.

Me: I know.

Robert: So what kind of lives do you want to talk about, Erik?

Erik: Hm. There are so many.

Me: Well how many do you have going on? Such a multitasker!

Erik: There are a lot of them. Mom. On Earth, there are a few thousand.

Me: Whoa!

Robert: Really? You have that many? Show off!

Me: I know! Over-achiever!

Erik gives Robert the finger, making him laugh.

Me: Oh, Erik! He didn’t learn that from me! Or did he?

Erik: I’m not telling.

We all laugh.

Robert: So you have lives on other planets, too?

Erik: Oh, lot’s of lives.

Robert: Okay, we won’t go into that because we need you to answer the question.

Me: True!

Erik: There was one life that was very influential where I was a father. I had a daughter, and that daughter died because of my neglect.

Me: Mm. What happened?

Robert listens and reacts.

Robert: Oh my gosh. That’s terrible. So this was in the 1600s, 1700s?

Erik: 1700s. We had just come to the—

Robert: No, it wasn’t in the States. Where was it? You’re confusing me!

He laughs.

He listens some more.

Robert: I don’t think Transylvania exists anymore! It was in that area.

Me: Okay. Like Romania, I think?

Robert: Oh, okay.

Me: Maybe not.

Erik: My wife died. I was trying to take care of my daughter, and I put her outside. Then I went around to the other side of the house to get some firewood. I came back around and he was gone. I found her later about 800 yards from the house. She had been killed by wolves.

Me: Aw, so the wolves got her?

Erik: Yeah.

Me: How old was she?

Erik: Four.

Me: Oh, I knew it was going to be four for some reason. That must have devastated you!

Erik: Oh, Mom, it was horrific. HORRIFIC.

How well I know.

Erik: I didn’t live much longer after that.

Me: Why? What happened to you?

Erik: I couldn’t bear what had happened.

Me: Yeah.

Erik: I took on so much responsibility for that because I felt like it was my fault. As a human being, I felt like I should not have left her for a second, but I was only gone for a minute. In that life, I learned that you just can’t control everything.

Me: Was that the big lesson you took away from that life?

Erik: That’s right.

Me: And how did that translate into my Erik?

Erik (a bit forlorn): I couldn’t control how I felt in this last life. I couldn’t control how my body was built. I couldn’t control that. I wanted to, most of the time, when I was aware of it, but I couldn’t control it.

Robert: He’s getting really emotional.

Erik: It’s difficult. I’m getting emotional not because I’m still carrying that weight. It’s because I’m connecting with what that energy felt like. I’m projecting that to you. So I couldn’t control it, and there are so many people in life that get ill from something or lose a child or husband or wife or some other family member or friend and they think, “Why didn’t I call them that day? If something could have been done, maybe that call could have stopped it.” With my daughter, it would have happened anyway. If I had not walked around the house, it would have happened anyway.

Me: Yeah. Okay. How about another life? Any cheerier ones?

Robert: That’s totally Erik’s MO. A very sad one at first, and then he’ll go to the funny stuff.

Me: Okay.

Robert: So let’s hear something else because that’s making me depressed!

Me: Aw!

Erik: Oh, boo-hoo, dude.

Robert laughs.

Robert: He makes me laugh! Oh my god, you should see how we are towards each other!

Me: I know! I have seen! It’s hilarious.

Robert: I don’t mean to get off topic, but there was this one time when I was walking down the street, and Erik was criticizing my clothes. He said, “Dude, you look like you’re wearing a garbage bag.” So I said, ‘What?’ Then he said, “Look in the window!” So I looked in the store window, and I was like, ‘Oh my god, I do look I’m wearing a garbage bag!’

Me: Oh my god! I have to take you out shopping.

Robert: Well, I actually thought that maybe I should buy some better clothes.

Me: Nah, it’s all just external stuff. So another life that made you who you are?

Erik: Let me think.

Me: Or one that will help us understand you better?

(Long pause as Robert listens)

Robert: Oh, that’s a nice one.

Me: Yay!

Robert (to Erik): So, where is this? Aboriginal like in Australia? Oh, so he’s aboriginal. How recent was it? About seven years ago. He was a skinny little thing like he was in this life and still is, very wiry.

Robert makes some crazy moves with his arms that remind me of karate moves or weird dance moves.

Me: I can just see him.

Robert (to Erik): You’re so crazy the way you make me act sometimes! I’m just like a puppet! He’s just like this all the time (he puts his arms, palms forward, out to the right.) Very dramatic.

Me: That’s so cute.

Erik: Everybody loved me because I was just so weird. I was an empath sort of like what we talked about in another session, the trolls who reflect people’s energy. I acted that way to keep the tribe’s spirits up, so I was always dancing around, and I’d make crazy outfits and things. Sometimes I’d cover myself in mud so that only my eyes would show.

Me: So you were like a happy eccentric.

Erik: Yeah.

Me: Kind of like he is now. He tries to lift the mood of blog members all over the world.

Robert: Totally, but he really didn’t talk a lot. It’s was more about crazy movements and things.

Erik: I spent a lot of time with the children of the tribe. I’d also spend a lot of time with the elders because they needed a break sometimes. I was there to be that energy that was light and playful. We talked a lot about play in another session. That life taught me and was meant to teach me and other people about play. I’d just let go and get crazy.

Robert: Just connecting with that life is making me feel—I just can’t get over how he does that (insert karate move here.)

Robert laughs.

Me: I can just see it, and that’s what you do now. You’re teaching us how to connect to play. That’s pretty cool. What did you do for a living? Is that what you did?

Erik: Well, you know, in a lot of tribal cultures, everyone’s purpose is what they’re inclined to do. If you’re inclined to be a hunter, then you’re naturally going to gravitate towards that. The tribe wasn’t going to force you to be something else. So for me, that was my purpose, to be the light, the air, the fun, the play.

Me: The wind beneath their wings! How old were you when you died and what did you die from?

Erik: I was 47.

Robert: What did you die from?

Robert suddenly starts laughing.

Me: How can you be laughing?

Robert: It was just funny the way he put it! He said he got kicked in the nuts by a kangaroo!

Me: Oh! Well, that can happen! Testicular torsion. You can die from that.

Robert: It just looked different, the way he did it. I don’t mean to laugh because it’s terrible. He shows himself acting all crazy around this kangaroo, and he’s messing with it and irritating it, and then it turns around and goes, whack! He goes flying because he was a little bitty guy.

Me: That must not have felt good!

Robert: Well, it really damaged him. It really did. It also ultimately led to his death. How can that happen?

Me: Yeah, you can get gangrene. With testicular torsion, it twists so that the vascular supply is cut off, and then it gets gangrenous and you die of sepsis.

Robert: Oh my god! Ew. Well anyway, it sounds terrible, but it was just funny the way he showed it to me.

Me: Okay, well let’s do one more life before we close. We have very little time left.

Robert (to Erik): Okay, so what’s another life?

Erik: In another life, I was a teacher.

Me: Like you are now!

Robert: Yeah. So what kind of teacher were you?

Erik: I was a thinker.

Robert: You know, it’s funny because his energy changes when he starts talking about these lives. Now he’s very calm and centered. Why don’t you project this energy more!

I laugh.

Robert: Where did you live?

Erik: Ancient Greece. I was a student of Socrates.

Robert: Was Socrates in Greece?

Me: I think so.

Erik: I was a student of his, but I didn’t directly work with him. I read a lot of his stuff. I was a teacher in that way, in that theme.

Me: Okay.

Erik: I came up with my own ideas but would also build on what others said. I was in the government.

Me: Who did you teach, kids, adults? Was it a classroom type thing? Common Core curriculum?

Erik: It was all kinds of people. It wasn’t like a formal thing.

Robert: He shows himself in a square, like a common area. He would go there to lecture, and people would crowd around.

Me: Oh, okay.

Robert: He would speak about different things. If there was something that was unjust in the society, he’d speak about it.

Erik: And I would speak about being self-aware, being aware of your emotions, honoring your body. People of that time were oblivious about how to honor your body and how to be empathetic towards yourself.

Me: Yeah.

Erik: You know what I mean by that, Mom?

Me: Sure.

Erik: People in their teens and 20s—

Me: Beat up on themselves.

Erik: They beat up on themselves. They get drunk a lot and do things to their bodies that hurt them in the long term.

Me: Yeah.

Erik: They just don’t have any awareness about what can become of that, the consequences. I was trying to remind people of that. I talked a lot about philosophy in general. That was at the core of everything I spoke about.

Me: So what happened to you?

Erik: I lived to be very old, especially for that time period.

Me: Good!

Erik: I was very old.

Robert: How old?

Erik: Ninety-two.

Me: Wow, that is old. So you just died of natural causes?

Erik: Yeah.

Me: Ticker gave out?

(Long pause)

Robert (to Erik): What happened?

Erik: I hurt my back about ten years earlier, and it always bothered me.

Me: Aw.

Erik: They couldn’t really do anything about it. The way I hurt it, it compressed my spine, but it didn’t happen right away. The more I walked, the more compressed it became. Eventually, I couldn’t walk. Then I lost control of my bowels.

Me: Oh, no!

Erik: It was slow, but it wasn’t so horrific because I always had my teaching.

Me: Oh, okay.

Erik: I didn’t focus on what was wrong with me so much. I taught the day I died. My students were around me, and I was speaking to them. When they left, I was tired. I closed my eyes and—

Me: Never opened them again.

Erik: There you are!

Me: Okay. Very interesting, these three lives!

Robert: Yeah!

Me: Thank you so much for sharing them!

Erik: Yeah, and you can see how they all tie together.

Me: Yeah, and each one embodies a certain facet of you.

Erik: It’s about taking on too much responsibility. A lot of people do that, and they need to let that go. It’s about remembering to play, and at the same time, it’s about remembering thinking and philosophizing and getting in touch with that side of yourself that is deeper than just the superficial.

Me: That’s right. Sounds great!

We close in our usual way.

Don’t forget that tomorrow at 7 PM CT is Erik’s Hour of Enlightenment radio show. Call 619-639-4606 15 minutes prior to talk to Erik. http://goo.gl/aFHTzJ

 

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...

About Author

Elisa Medhus


« Previous Post
%d bloggers like this: