Hunting

Don’t forget about Erik’s Hour of Enlightenment radio show tomorrow at 5:00 PM PT/7:00 PM CT/8:00 PM ET. Think of a question, and no more than 15 minutes before the top of the hour, call 619-639-4606 to ask Erik it. To listen to the show, click on the “Listen” icon on the right sidebar of the blog or click HERE. I’ll remind you guys again tomorrow!

I’m getting so excited about the upcoming arrival of my grandson, Easton Gage Murphy. Not a fan of the name because it reminds me of that Gilligan’s Island character, Thurston Howell, III. A little preppy for my taste. I dreamed last night that the baby wanted to be called Huck Murphy. I kind of like that, but of course his name will grow on me because I already love him so much. Michelle is 37 weeks today. During a channeling session I had yesterday, Erik kept filling Robert’s nose with the smell of baby powder. Could that mean he’s coming soon? Hmm. He’s due on 4/13, and I got a notice for jury duty that same day. I think I’ll reschedule! Me as a part of a jury will never happen anyway because I’ll have to be honest with them and tell them that Erik was the victim of police brutality just before his death, and I think that was the last straw for him. He was completely innocent.

Long story, but the short version is this. He was on his way to see me in the hospital because I had a terrible reaction to Hepatitis C treatment. (I was stabbed by a drug addict while I was inserting a central line in his subclavian vein. He was unresponsive until I stuck the needle in him, but he woke up, wrestled the needle from my hand and stabbed me with it.) But poor Erik, never a good planner, ran out of gas near a park. It was sometime during the night. A police cruiser stops alongside him, and Erik did what no one should do. He got out of his car to thank them, thinking they could get him to a gas station. You see, we live in a small village inside Houston. It’s only one square mile and has its own police department. Everyone knows all the officers, and they’re always very helpful and community-oriented. When Erik got out of the car, his three friends fled. I think they must have had drugs on them. Anyway, the officer focused his attention on Erik, cuffed him and asked, “Have you ever been jacked by a cop before?” Well a few weeks before, Erik called the police on a “friend” who started beating the crap out of Erik for not letting him play the music super loud while they were camping in our fifth wheel camper. The cops came in, questioned the guy, then took both their wallets and left. So, back to the story. Erik, thinking the cop was corrupt and about to rob him, struggled. The cop then proceeded to beat him in the face with a large mag light and pounded his head against the concrete. Then the cop wanted to know where his friends had gone and, of course, he said he didn’t know. He actually barely knew them having met them just that day at school. They were smokers, and Erik likes to find friends he can bum smokes from. So the cop draped the cuffs over the corner of the hood of the cruiser and slowly opened the hood higher and higher, demanding information. Eventually, Erik felt a sensation of blood dripping down his wrists. It wasn’t blood, though. It was the sensation you get when your median nerve is being damaged and torn. It took a long time for that to heal. So he was arrested for resisting arrest but got off because the judge dismissed the case as ridiculous. 

Erik had always looked up to police officers and even aspired to become one when he was younger, so this really made him lose faith in authority…in humanity, really. Officer Hayward, you are partially to blame for my son’s death. Bastard. 

Anyway, that story a huge digression, wasn’t it? Let’s go on with today’s post. Enjoy!

Me: Hi, again.

Robert: Hello.

Me: Long time, no see.

We had just finished the first segment and started filming the second.

Robert: Yeah, I know. People are going to see these videos and go, “Well does he ever change his clothes?”

Me: I know!

Robert laughs.

Me: That’s funny, and yes, you do. Erik, what are you wearing today?

Robert (looking surprised): He’s got overalls on!

Me: Overalls?

Robert (laughing): I’ve never seen him in overalls!

Me: Neither me!

Robert: And he’s got a piece of dried wheat sticking out of his mouth.

Me: Farmer Erik?

Robert: That’s exactly the way he looks!

Me: Paul Walker was talking about farms. Maybe he’s just imitating him.

Robert: Oh, that’s why.

Me: Is that it?

Erik: No, Mom. I’m just letting you know I’m relaxed.

Me: Oh, good. Well, let’s ask you some more questions. Hunting. What do you think about hunting?

Robert: Well maybe that’s why he showed up in overalls.

I don’t think hunters wear those, Robert.

Me: Maybe. So what do you think about hunting animals? I’ve had friends that when I go into their house, I see a wall with heads of all sorts of different animals. It’s so sad. I can sort of get behind like if you don’t have anything to eat, you can hunt and humanely kill the animal and be thankful to it, etc. before you eat it. Give me your thoughts. Nobody wants to hear my thoughts! Let’s hear yours!

Erik: Mom, some people might think this is callous, but it’s really not. From the spiritual perspective, everything is about agreements.

Me: Okay.

Erik: So, if a person is inclined to kill for sport and not for food—purely to get their rock off—from a collective perspective, humans can see that and collectively, we can learn the value of –

Me: Oh, wait a minute. I don’t think it’s recording.

I shut down Skype and restart the session, discovering that it was being recorded all along. I just didn’t see the window for the recording program.

PART TWO:

Me: Actually, it was recording! Call Recorder didn’t show up!

Robert laughs.

Me: I’ll splice these two recordings together. I hope I remember! So hunting.

Erik: So what I was saying about hunting—

Robert: The screen just went black.

Me: I know. It did something weird. I saw that.

Erik?

Erik: To restate what I said earlier, not to sound callous, but it’s about agreements between souls to help the individuals themselves learn lessons but also collectively. So if someone is killing for sport because they get their rocks off that way, collectively, it teaches us the value of all life no matter what species it is. Slowly over time, we’ll evolve to understand that they are emotional beings just like we are. It’s very arrogant to think that they’re not.

Me: Yes.

Erik: And even the individual themselves, maybe after having experienced a lot of outrage and hostility at their actions, they might become naturally defensive at first, but somewhere along the way, they’ll start thinking about what they did, and maybe while they’re still here on the physical world, they’ll change their perspective. Throughout history, hunting was always used to provide food, but I’ll give you a little bit of history on why it turned into a sport.

Me: Okay.

Erik: Humans are naturally competitive, males in particular. They’re very competitive, right? They do all this because unconsciously they think it’s going to get them fucked, get them laid.

Robert and I laugh.

Robert: Sorry! It kind of shocked me when I said that word!

Erik: It kind of gets them a little bit worked up. It gets that testosterone flowing. So it’s coming from a gladiator kind of competitive place. Nobody is, on a core soul level, a total asshole. Really, they’re not, even the ones that seem more negative because there are spirits that can project more negative energy. Still, they’re really not assholes.

Me: Okay.

Robert (laughing): It seemed like he was rambling on that one!

Me: I got it.

Erik: Does that make sense, Mom?

Me: Yeah. So, basically, it turned into a sport because of competition—competition not for survival but for competition to be the better guy.

Erik: Yeah, competition to be the top man on the totem pole.

Me: Okay. Is it ever a spiritual contract to learn or teach something?

Isn’t that what he already talked about??

Erik: Yeah, when I mentioned earlier, when it comes to the forward evolution of humanity, it’s to understand that humans aren’t the only ones who have feelings. They’re not the only ones whose lives matter. All lives matter. In this point in human evolution, that’s what we’re learning. Going forward, we’re going to be drawn away from taking away another life to provide sustenance. So in the future, that’s going to be less and less.

Me: Okay. Interesting.

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