He Doesn’t Write; He Doesn’t Call!

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So many of us complain that their deceased love one doesn’t visit or communicate with them from time to time if at all. Erik explains this from the spirit’s perspective.

Me: Why can’t you spirits get down to the frequency where grievers are when they’re the ones who need it the most? Is it just really difficult? Are some spirits better at it than others?

Erik: It’s horrible.

Me: Huh?

Erik: It’s horrible, and that’s kind of like part of the lesson. If you’re on an obstacle course, and you know that there’s going to be really easy moment and really hard ones—let’s say there’s part of the obstacle course where you fall into the hole, but you need to learn how to get out of the hole, so that the next time it happens, you have the tools to do it yourself. Well, if someone’s standing there going, “Oh, you fell in? Here’s a ladder,” and you climb right out… We’re missing the struggle and the learning that comes from it, or actually the remembering, because we already know all this shit. We’re missing the skills.

Me: You sound like my husband! He knows everything!

I chuckle.

But he kind of does.

Erik: Cuz Pappa is very smart!

Me: Oh yeah. He is.

Erik: He went through the lows, man!

Me: Yep.

Erik: He’s a fighter.

Me: Mm hm!

Erik: So, if we look at being an emotional being, which we are; we’re not human beings; we’re emotional beings. We’re not logical beings either. I wish people would fucking wake up to that. We’re emotional beings, and we need those emotional highs and lows to learn those skills of how to direct our lives, our destinies, our whatever you want to call it. Our “moment.” Let’s put it that way. I think that’s more impactful than any other word, because we have to live every moment that comes to us.

Me: Okay. What does it feel like to have to lower your energy like that?

Erik: Gum.

Me: Gum? What?

Jamie (laughing): That’s the first word he said. Gum.

Me (in jest): Gum? It feels like gum, not Gumby?

Erik (over pronouncing): Gummm. Being chewed.

Me: Really?

Erik: Yeah, it’s like having pressure pushed on me on all sides.

Me: How do you do it, though? Do you grunt and squeeze your fists like you’re having a bowel movement! (I chuckle.)

(Long pause)

Jamie: Thanks for giving him that so that he could give me a visual that I will never, ever be able to get out of my head.

Me (laughing): Oh, sorry!

Jamie (laughing): He thinks he’s sooo funny!

Me: Oh, he is, though. Sometimes.

Jamie: It was pretty clever, but we’re going to skip that. (To Erik) Come on, now. How does it feel?

(Long pause)

Maybe he’s constipated.

Jamie: Okay, so he’s showing me magnets, and you know how you can reverse one and you can take it and push the other magnet around without touching it?

Me: Mm hm.

Erik: It feels like that when you lower your vibration. It’s like there’s some source pushing on you, but you can’t really see it, like wind, heavy wind.

Me: Okay.

Erik: And you’re trying to stay upright, but once you get used to manipulating the denser energy, then it does become easier. But not a lot of spirits like it. It takes a ton of focus, so you can get really exhausted afterwards; you know where you need to go recharge your batteries.

Me: Yeah.

Erik: It doesn’t shorten our lives or anything, because we don’t have a longevity issue, but it is all about the focus of intent. That’s just to lower ourselves to the level of people with a higher vibration. Imagine when we’re doing that with people in grief.

Me: Yeah!

Erik: That’s why we have to catch them at odd moments when they’re not paying attention like when they’re asleep and we come into their dreams. Then, they can’t play interference with their emotions like they can in their awake state when they’re going, “Why did you do this? You ruined my life. I miss you so much,” you know? Thanks for putting the blame on others. Your emotions and everything that you’re feeling and stirring up is all from yourself.

Yeah, but their death was certainly a trigger. Probably shouldn’t have used that as an example.

Erik: It’s crazy, because some people’s brains can’t open up and see that, and they’re not going to see it until they’re like 80 something, and it’s going to be like, “Oh shit! Yeah.”

Jamie: Shit Yay-ah.

Me: Are some spirits better at doing this than others, or is it sometimes a matter of, “Ugh, I don’t wanna do that, so I won’t. I don’t wanna feel like gum. It’s too uncomfortable”?

Jamie: He’s being more specific this time instead of goofy.

Erik: Most of them can do it. Actually, every one of them can do it. Everyone can learn to ride a bike; everyone can lower their energy. Most of them, say 40% go, “Why? Why lower my energy when I can catch them when they’re in a happy moment?” A lot of times, we also have to be aware of whether we’re interfering with their plan, their destiny, their lesson, because if we show up, tell them something simple like give them a message, all of a sudden we fucked everything up, and we’re kind of held responsible, so…oops. But there’s a majority—

(Pause)

Jamie (frustrated): Blah, blah, blah, Erik!

I guess he was going too fast for her.

Erik: It’s like having a talent, like we mentioned the bike or being a musician, playing the guitar; some people find it so easy, and it makes so much sense to them. They don’t mind lowering their energy to talk to people, but for the rest of them, it’s very hard to play the guitar, and they’d rather wait until the timing is perfect.

Me: Are you pretty good at it? In other words, do you find it easy?

Erik: Yes. Yes. I find it kind of easy.

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