As many of you know, the blog has an “Ask Erik” section through which anyone can submit a question to my deceased son. I pose these questions to him each time I have a channeling session with the psychic medium. The next several posts will reveal the enormous insight Erik has gained as a discarnate soul. No last names will be revealed in order to protect identities. Let’s begin with Stanley. He and I have been communicating through the blog and through email for a couple of months. His life has been a difficult one. Without going into specific detail, suffice it to say that he has suffered a great deal of neglect as well as verbal, emotional and physical abuse at the hands of his parents and brother. Despite his past,  I get a sense that he is a warm and caring individual whose primary concern is the welfare of other souls who have suffered similar atrocities. Here is his first question followed by Erik’s reply:

“I have a big section of blocked memory from age 1-10. Can you find out what happened from who might know? Perhaps my Guides would be able to explain what happened during those years. I feel I am ready to know what occurred during those years. Abuse, death, injury? I know it’s a very tall order, Any information would be helpful.”

Kim starts by saying, “How interesting! Erik says he was a walk-in!”

‘Oh, wow,’ I exclaim.

“He was a walk in, and he came in at 9 1/2 years old. Yep, he was a walk-in.”

I am amazed at this unexpected revelation. Considering his history of childhood abuse, my first guess would have been post traumatic stress disorder resulting in selective amnesia.

‘Wow, that’s very interesting. That’s pretty rare, right?’ I ask.

“It’s a little more common than you might believe,” Erik says.

‘Oh, I didn’t know that. Wow, so what happened? Why was he a walk-in?’

“Because the soul that was in that body didn’t want to be there any more. It was too hard, too much, so he changed his mind, went back to heaven and the other soul was able to come and make good use of this physical body. And so, this is the flip side of committing suicide.”

‘Okay, wow! That all makes perfect sense from what he’s told me about his life!’ I respond, still awestruck by the deep sense of truth this explanation resounded in my soul.

This next question wasn’t really on Stanley’s list, but I know how important this woman was to him, so I pose it to Erik myself:

‘Stanley was taken in by an older woman who essentially became his surrogate mother. This was the first time he knew and experienced the feeling of unconditional platonic love. His own biological family was extremely abusive, physically and emotionally. Sadly, she died in February, 2005 from a heart attack. He begged her to go to the hospital, but she refused.  Somehow, he feels responsible, wondering if he should have pushed her harder. Her death has been very difficult for him because he misses her very much. Her name Pam XXXXXXX.  Any messages from her?

Here is Erik’s response:

“First of all, tell Stanley that nobody told Pam what to do–ever! I hear her laughing. She says that if  he had  put a gun to her head, she still wouldn’t have gone. She knew it was her time. She knew she was going to pass. She felt that he was ready to muster the courage to move on by himself. There was nothing he could have done. Hey, she says she works as a guardian angel for him now full time! She’s been working with him since she passed.”

‘Does she have any messages for him?’ I ask.

“Yes. She says the biggest issue he’s working on right now has to do with faith in himself, faith in his instincts, faith in what he’s here to do and not caring about..not needing, not needing other people’s permission or endorsement or approval to be who he is, to make his choices. Stanley is never going to fit in on the earthly plane. He is like a guardian angel in human form. There’s going to be very few people who can see him for who and what he really is like you do, Mom. He is here to be a healer and a teacher. Pam, she calls herself Pamela, says he still hasn’t found the way he’s supposed to heal and teach others. She says it’s going to be through art and music. She says, ‘Tell him art and music. I will be there every step of the way to help guide him. I want him to speak to me every morning, and I will make suggestions on what he can do that day to move his life forward. He feels rudderless like he doesn’t know what direction to go. And also he needs to help others. This is his last lifetime on the earthly plane.’  She also says he is unaware of his level of enlightenment.”

‘Yeah I totally get that impression. I can tell through our communications with each other,’ I say.

Erik adds, “She says he’s a very sensitive being. He’s very kind. He’s very empathetic, funny. He’s very warm. He will be surrounded by many friends, kindred spirits who are of his caliber. He must trust. He must have faith in his instincts. That is key!”

‘Good, I’ll let him know,’ I assure them both.

Here is Stanley’s last question:

“On November 21st 1990, something happened at school that caused me to be admitted to Charter Oak Hospital in Covina. The memory of the morning till about 2pm is blocked. My memory picks up when I am sitting on a chair outside the principal’s office and my parents are inside. My parents exit and I am taken over to the hospital where my mom told me tell the worker I was suicidal and wanted to die. What happened that morning? What did I say or do for the principal and my parents to have me go to the hospital? I have no memory of this day.”

And now, Erik’s remarkable revelation:

“He didn’t threaten any of the other kids. He was threatening to commit suicide. He was holding a pencil, and it looks like he was threatening to stab himself with the pointy side of the pencil, um, and freaked the teacher out.”

‘Why?’ I ask.

“Because he didn’t want to be here any more. This was the old soul, not Stanley,” Erik clarifies.

‘Oh, that was the old soul that was doing that?’ I ask.

“Yes.”

‘Oh, I see!’

“He wanted out for a long time,” Erik adds.

‘Oh, okay!’

“And that soul figured out he wasn’t going to accomplish anything more and that’s when the exchange of souls took place,” he says.

Now I get the connection! ‘Oh, so that’s when the walk-in occurred,’ I exclaim.

“Yep. And the walk-in comes into the boday and assumes full consciousness. This happens to all walk-ins. They can wake up having sex with someone or in front of an audience during a speech or swimming in a pool. Walk-ins often take place during a terrible illness or a bad accidnt too.  That way,  when there are slight changes in personality it wouldn’t seem that weird.”

After relaying all of this remarkably enlightening information to Stanley, he send me the following email:

“I am very interested in what was said. With just what you have shared with me in this e-mail, all I can keep saying is “wow.” So many things suddenly make sense. Why I couldn’t remember the first 10 years. Because it wasn’t me. A walk in makes perfect sense. It explains why I only see flashes, pictures of what happened. Like there are residual memories from the person who had the body the first 10 years. Because none of my memories are connected to the memories of the first 10 years. It’s like they are someone else’s memories. It turns out that is exactly what it was. And it also explains why I felt adopted, why I didn’t have a connection with any of my family. Those connections are made during infancy and early childhood. Since I came in after, I didn’t have that connection with my family. It really was like I was adopted. Because it’s always been like my life started at 10 on. And this explains why I have felt this way, and looking at it, it’s what actually did happen. Sorry, this is a bit of a mind bend. I understand it and all. But it’s a little hard to wrap your mind around. I know it’s possible in a coma. And this would explain why people who come out of a coma seem so different. But I wasn’t aware you could do it like that. I didn’t know you could just step out and someone else take over like that. It would explain why my memory picks up while I am sitting outside the principal’s office with no memory of how I got there. As I said before, the only part of the day I had known about was me getting dressed and going to school, but the memory stops when I enter the school grounds. It does explain so much. I have always been going down to southern California trying to jog my memory thinking I had blocked some painful abuse or something. A walk in didn’t even cross my mind as a possibility. I just want to say thank you right here, to both you and Erik. This really changes things,, how I look at my past and future. It does make me wonder a bit though, what happened to this little boy for him to wish to die at age 10? What was done to him?

“I am glad to hear Pam is watching over me. I always knew she was. I have always said good night to her ever night (well, when I am not passing out in bed anyway.) But most times I say good night. And I am glad to here the words that it wasn’t my fault. I always have felt so guilty thinking it was my fault for not doing something. But yeah, what she said was true. I am sure even if I had the EMT’s with me, she wouldn’t have gone unless she wanted to. But it does help to hear the words. I may have been ready to make it on my own, but I wasn’t ready for her to leave. She was the closest thing to a mom I have had. I did consider her my second mom. Three years just wasn’t enough. It went so fast. But I am glad that I did have the time to meet her and spend the time I did got with her. And yeah she is right too about me not being aware of how special I am. Her and her friend Sandra have always been trying to get me to see it. But I think we all tend to think of ourselves as just average. It’s from the outside, by people around us, do we learn how important we really are. And I do often look to others to see how I am doing–looking for approval. A lot of that comes from how my family was, telling me I would never amount to anything, how I was a trouble maker and other hurtful comments. Like they say, you hear something long enough, you start to believe it, and for the most part I did. It was Pam and Sandra who really showed me my worth. And it is interesting you mention I am a healer. It wasn’t till recently actually that I realized I could heal. It’s like inside my head I heard something saying to give it a try. Sandra had a injury that was very painful, and I sat down and within 5 minutes or so of trying to heal her, all her pain left, and the injury that was not healing began to heal. It shocked me to be honest.  It does make me wonder what else I am able to do but just am not aware of it yet. And I will give the art a try. Thank you so much for the time to ask my questions. I am very grateful for the information being passed along by you and Erik. It’s exciting to have things in your life finally make sense. Thank you for all your help thus far.”

I am so heartened by how much Erik has been able to help others. Although he was a deeply caring and sensitive souls, when he was alive, his depression completely fettered him. He trudged through life in a cloud of mediocrity, avoiding responsibility, afraid of reaching out. How ironic that it took death to break the heavy chains around his heart and soul. How ironic that death is what finally empowered him to bestow the breath of  life and hope into a weary, troubled, yet worthy heart.