Thanks for letting me publish only “The Best of Erik” for this week, guys. It’s been crazy. Soon, we’re going to have to manage estate-related matters, clearing his belongs, selling his condominium, slogging through his paperwork (He had a horrible filing system. Come to think of it, he had none!). And that’s only the tip of the iceberg. This on top of trying to reach book deadlines for the publisher!
By the way, I see that Jamie has started weekly live support group chats through Learn it Live. What a great idea. Check it out:
WEEKLY LIVE SUPPORT GROUP CHATS
I was looking through the old posts and found this one from 4 months after Erik’s death. It’s my first session with Jamie.
I’ve been trying to find different psychic mediums to fit the various budgets of blog members. At the request of member, Steve, I made an appointment with Jamie Butler, a young psychic from Atlanta, Georgia. I found her to be very talented, soft-spoken and sweet. I would consider her to be in the medium (no pun intended) price range at around $150 per hour.
Before each session, she meditates to ask various departed loved ones and spirit guides to come forth. Like Kim, she can hear their voices and see them in the room and is able to accurately convey the unique personality of each spiritual being, including Erik.
I’d like to add that she opted not to read the blog before the session for fear that it might influence her and make it difficult to channel freely. This is very common among mediums. They prefer to be given only the information they need to make the connection. Please enjoy.
Jamie: I’ve been meditating on your name, and I’ve asked for your guides, friends and relatives to come forth.
Me: Uh huh.
Jamie: And there’s been four here so far. We’ve been chitchatting here a little while. So there’s a young man who’s really chitchatty. And there’s a woman, she says, a grandmother on your mother’s side. There’s also a grandfather on your father’s side. The other female says she’s a friend of yours. Died from cancer. Not an accident.
I immediately sense that she’s referring to Erik, my grandmother, Nana, my grandfather, Abuelito, and my friend, Donna, who died a few years ago from breast cancer.
Me: Okay.
Jamie: And the young man is related.
Me: Probably my son, Erik?
Jamie: He’s waving.
Me: Awww. Hi, Sweetie!
Jamie: His first response is he’s telling you he’s behaving.
Me (teasing playfully): Oh! Well, I guess there’s no better time than the present to turn over a new leaf!
Jamie (laughing softly): He’s laughing. He says that you get on to him a lot, jokingly of course, about, I guess like teasing or poking other people?
Me: Oh, yeah! He’s such a prankster with everyone. I love it when he does that though!
Jamie (obviously tickled): He puts his hands out and says, “What can I say?”
Me: That is so him to respond like that. He’s been connecting with a lot of the blog members, some from whom I’ve never even had any form of communication until Erik pays them a visit.
Jamie: He says that’s all him.
Me: Erik, do you have any messages for Marianna? Jamie, she’s a girl that is around Erik’s age who I used to tutor in English from when she was in 3rd grade all the way through middle school. I used to take her to our house after school so that she could interact with my kids and hone her language skills even more, so the entire family, especially Erik, is very close to her. Anyway, she was very affected by his death and goes to visit his grave a lot.
Jamie: His first comment is that she was really blossoming a lot. He also says it’s kind of weird that she visits the grave, but he says that she really treats it like a moment of meditation, of quietness. And he says, “I sit there with her.”
Me: Awww!
Jamie: He says, “I wouldn’t want her to be there alone!”
Me: Oh, how sweet.
Jamie: Because he says he’s not there.
Me: Oh, yeah, of course not.
Jamie (chuckling): So he says, “When she goes, I go.” Is she applying for another school?
Me: I really don’t know, actually.
Jamie: He’s showing me applications or some papers for school. He says, “Tell her she’s going to get what she wants, so go ahead and start making her plans.”
Me: Great!
Jamie: “Don’t be the fool,” he says. “Apply for all the funding or scholarships, because you have the ability to apply for more scholarships than other people.”
Me: Wow, good! Good! So, Erik, what’s new in your life? We always ask questions for other people, but I never really get to hear about you and your life. I feel a little guilty not paying more attention to what’s going on with you.
Jamie: He’s sitting down on the edge of the bed. He’s sitting with kind of slouchy shoulders like the bed is soft, and his hands are folded in his lap. He says, “Well, Mom…” He’s being…just the way he talks makes me want to giggle! I know he’s not saying anything funny, but you see it on his face that he’s up to something!
Me: I know what you mean, and I think a lot of the blog members know what you mean, too!
Jamie: He’s up to something; I just don’t know what it is yet. (she giggles) He’s laughing and he’s saying, “I’m not up to anything! I’m behaving, I behaving!”
Erik always had a way of speaking like he’s about to crack a big joke or tease you in some way. There was always a little twinkle in his eye and a playful grin on his face.
Jamie: He says thanks for asking him, but he’s really, really—he says, “I cannot thank you enough. I’m really enjoying the blog site and communicating with people. You have given me the platform to help everybody that I wanted to.” He says, “You know, Mom, if I would have lived, I would have been, I dunno, you know the doctor? I wouldn’t have wanted to do the surgeries, but I want to help people. You’re giving me that chance to do it.”
For quite some time, Erik wanted to become an orthopedic surgeon. His desire was never more than half-hearted, though, because he struggled so much to even stay afloat in school, given his learning differences.
Me: Aw, Baby.
Jamie: And he says, “It’s so amazing how patient you are with everybody. That was the same patience you gave me; I remember.”
Me: Awwww. Well, having five kids is very humbling, and if you’re impatient to begin with, it’ll make you patient.
(Jamie laughs)
Jamie: He says he never felt like you were rushing him or that he had to sneak time with you. He says, “I always felt like you were there, and just for me.”
Me: Aw, of course. And I always will be! So, everything is going well with your life in the afterlife, so to speak?
Jamie: Yeah, he says he’s keeping up with family, the questions you’re asking him and the people—it’s almost like that site, that blog or web page is his special home.
Me: Oh, okay, good!
Jamie: And he says he reads it, he checks on it; that’s how he finds everybody.
Me (laughing): Well, I never could get him to read very much, so that’s good! It’s almost like a portal, isn’t it, Erik? Yeah, it’s like my home away from home, too.
Jamie: He says that you’re so patient with it every day.
Me: Yeah.
Jamie: He says that you don’t miss a day.
Me: No, absolutely not. Too many people need this, including me! Now, any messages from my paternal grandfather for my father?
Jamie: He’s real nice. He waves. He’s standing up, and he has a very—oh, I don’t really know what to call his posture—
Me: Regal?
Jamie (chuckling): Regal would fit. You really wouldn’t call a male elegant, but—so I just didn’t know—
Me: Oh, yeah. Well he was from the old aristocracy of Spain–a very sophisticated gentleman. I can just see him.
Jamie: Oh, so “elegant” might just work for a man this time! He just has this air about him. He waves. He says, “Thank you for taking care of him,” him being your father. He says that your father doing okay now. One and a half years. Some marker around one and a half years. His body, your father’s, seems to be—I don’t know what it means, “growing down.”
Me: Growing down? Interesting. Okay. I’ll ask my dad. (I’m thinking it’s probably a saying translated directly from Spanish and doesn’t make sense in English. If I find out what it really means, I’ll let you all know.)
Jamie:–what “growing down” means. Because it just seems like a bunch of small things that go wrong. There’s a larger picture in it. And so he wants you to find the larger picture in it, so that you can help his health. He doesn’t want you to be paranoid about it. It’s not about cancer or things of that nature. It’s about collecting the small ailments and piecing them together to find the resolution for it.
Me: Is he talking about my dad?
Jamie: Yes.
Me: Well, he’s up there in age, so I’m sure things are “growing down” just like they are in me! But I’ll address that. I will. Okay, now Erik, when I cross over, I really miss the physical. You know how affectionate I am with family and friends, so I just long for that hug and the kisses and the stuff that you weren’t always that fond of once you got a lot older.
Jamie (laughing): He’s laughing. He says you did it ALL the time!
Me: I know! I couldn’t help myself!
Jamie: Um, he says, “When you cross over, I’ll be here. I’ll be the first one you’ll see. That’s how you’ll know.”
Me: Good, good. Now, how old will I be when I die?
Jamie: He was just going to finish up. He’ll get to that one too.
Me: Oh, okay.
Jamie: He says, “We don’t have the physical to physical contact here, but we have something better than that. It’s merging. We can just merge into each other, and we can feel, not just the pressure of a body but all of their emotions and their intents.”
Me: Oh, wow!
Jamie: And he says, “There is no sense of lying, There’s no sense of hidden or of…” He’s pausing. He says, “It’s amazing. You can’t merge with somebody and tell them you like them when internally, you don’t, because you feel it.
Me: Oh! Okay, interesting!
Jamie: And so, he says, “You will get those hugs and kisses; it’s just a little different.” And he goes, “How old will you be?”
Me: Uh huh.
Jamie: He says that you have a few opportunities to leave when you want. He keeps showing me around 68. That’ll be an opportunity.
Me: Okay.
Jamie: And he says, “You’ll have to weigh your options.” But he really thinks you’ll stay for the long run. And then you won’t have another opportunity until another 20-odd years. (She laughs.)
Me: Okay. Twenty-odd years from now, right?
Jamie: No! From 68!
Me: Oh, from 68! Oh my gosh. Okay.
As horrible as it sounds, I was briefly disappointed in the possibility that I might live to be so old. It means I have so many decades left before I can wrap my arms around my son and smother him with kisses. After all, I only have a few more years when I can do the same to my younger children before they say “enough is enough.”
Tomorrow, Erik will share his thoughts on why some of us, while in between lives as discarnate souls, choose to be gay in their subsequent life on the earthly plane, how they are treated in the afterlife, and more. After that, we’ll dive headfirst into the next group of Ask Erik questions. To those people, and you know who you are, I thank you for your amazing patience.
