One of our blog members floated a great idea: making an iPad/iPhone app for the Channeling Erik blog. Just think how exciting it would be to offer it on iTunes and the app store for free! The audiences it could reach. Wow. Do any of you know how something like that is done? Is there a service we could use?
And now, enjoy blog member, Richard’s funny (and typical) Erik experience:
First of all I would like to say thank you, not just from me but also from the whole world. You are making a difference. The reason I wanted to run this story by you first is because there is an aspect in the story that has to do with (with out any easier way to say it has to do with fecal matter and I would not want to gross anybody out). In January of 2010 my father died at the age of 55 of colon cancer that metastisized to his liver. To fight the colon cancer he had to have most of his small intestine removed, and because you are a Doctor you would probably know that fecal matter stays a liquid until the small intestine and it has a very strong smell to it. With the background out of the way I want to get into my Erik story. I either read in one of the blogs or it may have been one of the readings live over the Internet, anyway I heard Erik say would visit all the bloggers. So that night I tried to sign up as a blogger and some kind of problem and it didn’t work, so I tried again. After the second failed attempt I heard someone laughing very hard (the kind of laughter one might imagine seeing someone bent over with tears running their face). Then the voice said you really f**ked that up didn’t you, but not to worry he has had his eye on me and knew my intention. I was kind of caught off guard at this so I asked if it really was Erik and not my imagination. Then he said don’t worry you’re not crazy and to prove it the next time he comes by he will bring someone with him. So a few days later I was feeding my kids and heard the same voice say I’m back then I smelt the unforgettable smell that I would smell while changing my dads colostomy bag. I was in a room full of people but I was the only one who smelt it and it was extremely strong. Then Erik started laughing again then said leave it to someone who has a degree in a computer field not being able to do something as easy as creating an account at a blog site. Then he said you better hop because he has the ok to bug me relentlessly until I do.
And for a special treat, blog member and channel Robert, wrote the following poem depicting the power of subtlety. Savor and select on every stanza, because each is as delicious as a bite of homemade key lime pie. Damn, I’m hungry now.
subtle
true wisdom
is expressed
in the micro,
the unseen overshadowed
by the overt.
it is in
the single blade of grass,
invisible
amongst the obvious beauty
of the pasture.
the real lives
in the lone snowflake,
whose crystalline crevices
unite with its own kind
to blanket the Earth
with a powder of wonder.
true treasure
surrounds us
in the singular space,
silently beckoning
to be noticed.
it is in the
delicate gaze,
gone in an instant,
yet unyielding
in the shrouded meanings
left rippling softly
on the surface.
truth resides
in the brief curl
of his mouth,
transformed by momentum
as it builds and crescendos
into the unmistakable symbol
of adoration.
this language
speaks loudly,
if one chooses
to listen.
true power
is expressed
in the minute places
of Our experience.
it hides
in plain sight
and brightens the Light
of the macro.
to see the face
of All That Is,
look past the conspicuous.
for it is in the subtle
where answers
are found.
robert f. burke
december 4, 2011
Takes one’s breath away, doesn’t?
